Quotes About Yearning

Without you in my arms, I feel an emptiness in my soul. I find myself searching the crowds for your face - I know it's an impossibility, but I cannot help myself.

She was my dream. She made me who I am, and holding her in my arms was more natural to me than my own heartbeat. I think about her all the time. Even now, when I'm sitting here, I think about her. There could never have been another.

Anyway, she sings like a mad tropical bird, and it's just a fondue of molten wanting and grieving and the sadness of the large naked swinging breasts and soft olive skin and everything that you wish you could remember and feel and know.

It has often struck me as peculiar that there are so few words for love. the term is forced to span such a large area of emotion

She who licks her lips knows the taste of her lover's desires

From our few days together, I have only one regret. Why did I not love you harder, stronger? If I could have you Love, now, I'd hold you so closely that our particles would absorb into one another. - Isabella de Reims

she hurriedly wipes her eyes so that he can see the girl he wishes.

Sensual images of you are forever tangoing through my brain--maybe I can begin solidify them. At least they would be mine! - Matthew Sedon

This wave of nostalgia which constantly reminds us that we can never go home again.

he wanted so much, but asked for nothing. Just pretended he was respectable. Pretended as if he was never gripped by animalistic savagery

Wanting everything is the thing that eventually tears you apart.

and that makes him wish all over again that his dad would stop crying, so he can have a turn.

We sit at the gate and scratch, the gaunt fruit of passion.

And I wish that I was made of stone So that I would not have to see A beauty impossible to define A beauty impossible to believe A beauty impossible to endure The blood imparted in little sips The smell of you still on my hands As I bring the cup up to my lips No God up in the sky No devil beneath the sea Could do the job that you did, baby Of bringing me to my knees

Get down, get down, little Henry Lee And stay all night with me You won't find a girl in this damn world That will compare with me And the wind did howl and the wind did blow La la la la la La la la la lee A little bird lit down on Henry Lee...

Why leave me hanging on a star When you deem me so high When you deem me so high When you deem me so high And why leave me sailing in a sea When you hear me so clear When you hear me so clear When you hear me so clear And why leave me hanging on a star When you deem me so high When you deem me so high When you deem me so high

Who doesn't want to just disappear, at some point in the day, in a year, to just step off the map and float?

It's out of the question … Partly because I was always attracted to men or women who were never attracted to me. And I was never attracted to women and men who were attracted to me. I've never met the right person. I'd like to take [one mad plunge]. But not just with anyone; it just doesn't come naturally to me.

I dream of the damnation I have so amply earned, stolen from me by the indolence of God.

I wanted to be alone, not forgotten.

missed that place. Lavish, finely decorated

He was born for hookers and tequila. And there was a disturbing lack of both in his new bunker of an office here buried underneath a mountain outside Denver. "One

I think about you all the time. I try to read, or brush my hair but all I think about is you. Sometimes I say your name over and over again, under my breath. No one can hear me, but I don't care. It just feels good to say it.

Jim Morrison tells me that people are looking at the streets while I am looking at the moon. I do not feel connected enough [with the issues] to throw stones at a policeman. I want to throw stones at the whole world.