Quotes About Yearning

perhaps grief is as much regret for what we have never had as sorrow for what we have lost.

I want my best friend back, she thinks, because without him nothing is good and nothing is right.

Why can't you just love me? Why can't you just be in love with me? You were once, weren't you? In the beginning?

At some point, I'd like to have an origina l idea. And I'd like to be fancied, or maybe loved even, but I'll wait and see.

The unrequited love of ones' only living offspring has its own particular slow acid burn

And is that what love looks like - all wet mouth sand your skirt rucked up?

And there it is again, the look. There's no doubt about it, if Sylvie had a receipt, she would have taken him back by now; this one's gone wrong. It's not what I wanted.

The truth is that my heart felt like a fist trying to punch its way though my rib-cage - not from the excitement of it all, though it was thrilling, but from a sense that finally, finally something good was about to happen to me. I felt the proximity of change, and I had wanted more than anything for something in my life to change. Is it still possible to feel like that, I wonder? Or does it only happen to us once?

Nevertheless she feels a great wave of affection for Dexter Mayhew. In eight years not a day has gone by when she hasn't thought of him. She misses him and she wants him back. I want my best friend back, she thinks, because without him nothing is good and nothing is right.

Maybe they're in love." "And is that what love looks like - all wet mouths and your skirt rucked up?" "Sometines it is.

grief is as much about regret for what you've never had as sadness for what you've lost.

Wasn't this exactly one of the experiences she craved? Why couldn't she be more spontaneous and reckless?

Why can't you just love me? Why can't you just be in love with me? You were once, weren't you? In the beginning.' 'Course I was.' 'Well why can't you be in love with me again?

grief is as much regret for what we have never had as sorrow for what we have lost. As

nostalgia is a useless, futile thing because it is a longing for something that is permanently lost

grief is as much about regret for what you've never had as sadness for what you've lost.

I felt the proximity of change, and I had wanted more than anything for something in my life to change. Is it still possible to feel like that, I wonder? Or does it only happen to us once?

In eight years not a day has gone by when she hasn't thought of him. She misses him and she wants him back. I want my best friend back, she thinks, because without him nothing is good and nothing is right.

When I didn't see you, I thought about you every day, I mean every day, in some way or another." - Emma

No reason, Em,' said Dex. 'I just really, really want to tip you' and Emma felt another small portion of her soul fall away.

And I am still haunted by all the things I could have been.

I wanted to sleep for a thousand years, to wake up when them and their like were gone, when I didn't have their dirty black ink on my fingers, in my blood.

I am forty years old, Joan thirty-eight. We have no children, we can't.

Everybody wants to be you. Everybody loves you; fathers and sons, wives and daughters. Young and old, rich and poor. Because hopes are high in the poor houses, hopes are high in the rich houses- Hopes you have raised. Hopes you must fulfil.