Quotes About Yearning

Though one praises all the gods, Birds will not come down to deserts.

and I put on "All My Love" and watched the sun rise yet again and thought thank you Robert Plant for all your love but do you have anymore?

It may have been the light at 5:36 on a June evening or it may have been the smell of dust combined with sprinkler water or the sound of the neighbour kid screaming I'll kill you but suddenly it was like I was dying, the way I missed her. Like I was swooning, like I was going to fall over and pass out. It was like being shot in the back. It was such a surprise, but not a very good one. And then it went away. The way it does. But it exhausted me, like a seizure.

Filled with hope, Ico looked into Yorda's eyes. He felt like was looking into an hourglass, trying to pick through the grains of sand for some truth buried there long ago. He hadn't found anything yet, but the warmth of Yorda's hands in his told him that he was getting close.

So far away, the one I love. What sky are you under tonight? What wind will my song ride... To carry my voice to you? Tell me, winds, Where he may be. Tell me, winds, What star he looks upon. My ears are like two white seashells, Listening for dawn to come.

I Want A Puppy! Right Here! Right Now!

It represented a world I didn't know, the opposite of where I was—and I hated where I was. I hated the poverty, the cigarette smoke, the drug use, the embarrassment, the loneliness. And Diana Ross was promising me that there was a world that wasn't stained with sadness and resignation. Somewhere there was a world that was sensual and robotic and hypnotic. And clean.

I commit her to memory. When I'm alone, I feel a strange yearning, the hunger of a man fasting not because he believes but because he's ashamed. Not the cleansing hunger of the devout, but the feverish hunger of the hypocrite. I let her go every evening only because there's nothing I can do to stop her.

Je ne me fîerai point à des propos si doux, Qu'un peu de ses faveurs, après quoi je soupire. Ne vienne m'assurer tout ce qu'ils m'ont pu dire.

ARNOLPHE. WAS SHE sad after I went away? Georgette. Sad? No. Arnolphe. No? Georgette. Yes, yes. Arnolphe. Why, then? Georgette. May I die on the spot, but she expected to see you return every minute; and we never heard a horse, an ass, or a mule pass by without her thinking it was you.

But when a girl has set one's heart on fire, What won't one do to gain the heart's desire

the smells of the fur rug and saddle soap, leather and hay, the warm, clean, fecund smell of horses, arose out of the cold darkness and were a comfort against a yearning that was not homesickness.

I wondered what that would feel like. What would it be like to have someone want me that much that he…just grabbed me and held on as hard as he could.

It's a seduction, Annie. It's about want. Not need." "You've already seduced me," she whispered. "All I want is you.

She was saying words she didn't totally believe yet. And maybe I was, too. But I wanted them to be true. For the first and only time in my life, I wanted to belong to someone and have that person belong to me.

I wanted to fuck her and protect her all at the same time. I wanted to keep her and push her away. I was everything in opposites, and I felt torn apart by her.

Listen to me," he said. "I will never hurt you or touch you. I won't put my hands on you unless you ask me. Beg me." I gasped and fell back against the door, strength leaving my legs. "And I want you to beg me," he said, still closer. "And I think someday you will.

It wasn't sex. It wasn't just sex. It was her. I wanted her and I wanted the honor of being wanted by her. And fuck if I hadn't made my whole life about getting what I wanted.

This is where I lived – she lived there, too. I could see it in her face. Her eyes. The way she carried herself. In the place between what we wanted and what we had. And this is where all the pain lived.

I've never been wild." "You want to be, don't you? That's why you're calling me.?" "Yeah, I guess…maybe…" "Yes or no. There's no one else here to hear you and I ain't judging." "Yes. Yes, I'd like to be wild.

Show me something you never show anyone. Give me a piece of your soul, because I just showed you mine and because I need to fucking live on something and I have nothing. Give me something I can live on. For a minute. That's all I want.

We'd been fucking each other for months without touching. And the last few days had this thing between us strung so tightly it was amazing we could move. He was going to wreck me. Break me. And I'd never needed anything more.

His uselessness ached. The

And that the surest way to bring destruction upon the things she wanted was to want them in the first place. Her