Quotes About Yearning

I kept this place for you inside me for four years. Every day. Every night.

That's the answer, Rosa. That you will always be the answer about whether or not I want you. I will always want you. I will die wanting you.

What do you want?" she asked, like she honestly didn't know. "What I've always wanted. What I'll want for the rest of my life," I told her with the same intensity I'd used to say my vows four years ago. "You.

I'm scared that the way I want you will tie me to you when I know that's not what either of us wants. Or needs. But I'm must so…" I trailed off because there were so many words that could fill in that blank. Lonely. Needy. Broken.

And it was like he couldn't hold her close enough, or hard enough against him, and I've…I've never been held like that. Not once. Not ever. And 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.

I've never…" she whispered as I kissed her neck. Her hear. The skin under her chin. She really was soft all over. "This isn't like me." I leaned back. Looked deep into her startled and wary blue eyes. "You looking for permission to fuck the way you like?" I asked. "It's yours.

What I feel in that kitchen is the way humans are so flawed and so perfect, and I want to share bodies. You know your old dog? That's how I feel—I want to climb on people, breathe their breath, lick the inside of stranger's mouths. I don't know these two, but who do we ever know, really, past the skin? How do we get there?

And she thought, Who the hell are you, Mister? But his eyes were blue and his hair was thick, and his arms were strong and sinewy. He had a Nevada tan, desert tan, wherever he'd been living, wherever he sometimes went. He was gorgeous, that hothead. She put an orange segment in her mouth, held it out toward his mouth, leaned in, rolled on top of him, her body over his, and he bit into the orange, gulped it even, made his mouth ready for more, for her, like he'd been starving.

That's the way it is with dreams. They scratch at your door. You see them through the peep hole: a stray dream looking for a home. You think it might go away if you ignore it. Wrong. It's still there when you open the door, smiling. Wagging its tail.

Following the death of his wife, Sam Johnson wrote to the Reverend Mr. Thomas Warton, "I have ever since seemed to myself broken off from mankind; a kind of solitary wanderer in the wilds of life, without any certain direction, or fixed point of view: a gloomy gazer on a world to which I have little relation." But my wife wasn't dead, merely absent.

and then I began to drift, fighting tears. I used to come here with Miriam. Miriam, my heart's desire. What was troubling her this morning? Maybe Kate had reproached her on the phone for leaving me? How dare Kate. Oh yeah? Go for it, my darling. Remind her of what she's missing. No, don't.

Free is what every creature longs to be and has a right to be.

De repente quiero que me clave una de las jeringuillas, para poder caer en un sueño profundo y no despertarme nunca, para no volver a sentir este dolor nunca más.

A person doesn't have to be here to love you.

porque albergaba una ligera esperanza de

Having is not so pleasing a thing as wanting, it may not be logical but it is often true.

The worst things: To be in bed and sleep not, To want for one who comes not, To try to please and please not.

My cup is empty, but I still poor

The spirit in man has been created in accordance with the image of beauty, so that whenever it either hears or sees anything beautiful, it may have a propensity towards it, and seek for communion with it.

I said, "The thing we quested after is never attained." He said, "The unattainable - that thing is my desire!

Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who's in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It's like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven't seen in a long time.

You that in far-off countries of the sky can dwell secure, look back upon me here; for I am weary of this frail world's decay.

You are here to remind me of someone I long for, and what is it you long for yourself? We must have been together in an earlier life, you and I.

sen ?ehre s?rt?n? dönen uykusuz da?l? gemiler nerde (ki ço?u hüviyetidir melankolinin) nerde ayk?r? mavzerler (onlara s??d?ramazs?n ki öfkelerini) barut esmeri tenine sevdalar?m? sürdü?üm nas?l ta??d?n bunca y?l delirmi? saçlar?nda o eski ?ark yelini biliyorum dokunsam parmaklar?m k?r?l?r dokunmasam e?k?ya uykusuzlu?u çetin silahlar gibi