Quotes About Yearning

I longed for the day when her soul would be taken into the depths of hell

Als de hemel donker wordt met zwarte donderwolken, de grote bomen zwaaien in de wind, de pauwen zingen, hunker ik ernaar terug te rennen naar Gir.

The swallow that hibernates underwater is a creature called yearning.

We were born with four words engraved on our bodies and in our hearts: Love me, hold me.

She thought the world a charnel house…and couldn't get enough of it. She thought herself unhappy…and wanted to live, unhappy, for as long as she possibly could.

Steel on the skyline Sky made of glass Made for a real world All things must pass Ooo Waiting for something Looking for someone Is there no reason?

Perhaps five thousand miles of desert and mountains and ocean separated him from his family. But sometimes their faces were so real he felt he could reach out and tousle their hair….

She closed her eyes and lifter her face to the

Nonetheless: if only and if only and if only.

Why do I want to meet him? No matter how unrealistic, I retain a sliver of hope that I can get through to him. That's not quite accurate. I know I can't, but at least I can put my fingertips on his cheek.

Siente una especie de dolor en el pecho, intenso pero placentero. Es como si hubiera una herida, pero una herida leve, una marca en la piel que quieres acariciar, reconocer, disfrutarla por todo lo que significa para ti. Ahora que aún está, porque es posible que, pronto, desaparezca.

The boy would be lavished with presents upon arrival – a new train set, a model plane or a knight's suit of armour. But with nobody to play with Tom would get bored quickly. All he really wanted was to spend time with Mum and Dad, but time was the one thing they never ever gave him. "No. Mother and Father are abroad,

But then we always knew heaven would be a desperate place. Everything you desired coming in one fearful moment to greet you.

There is a faith in loving fiercely the one who is rightfully yours, especially if you have waited years and especially if part of you never believed you could deserve this loved and beckoning hand held out to you this way. I am thinking of faith now and the testaments of loneliness and what we feel we are worthy of in this world. — David Whyte, from "The Truelove," The Sea In You: Twenty Poems of Requited and Unrequited Love (Many Rivers Press, 2016)

You're the kind of man a man wants when a man wants a man.

For our kind, there's always the burning to be more. (...) that is why true human beings feel more pain. Because we are more, but it's never quite enough - never.

Thus every day, from morning to night, I wait in despair for something. I wish I could be glad that I was born, that I am alive, that there are people and a world.

The yawn of the void. A siren call for the unimaginative

Unrequited love is quantum romance

Desire is perpetual transformation.

I wasn't the only one who wished he was around more.... The trade-off we had to be content with was that our dad was Dean Martin.

I stepped closer still. He closed his eyes again and covered my hand with his own. 'You smell of violets. You always smell of violets,' he said. 'You've no idea how many times I have walked these moors and smelled them and thought you were near. On and on I walked, following the scent of you, and you were never there. When I saw you in the hall tonight, I thought I had finally gone mad.

He isn't interested in simple. He wants what he wants. No matter how much trouble she is and no matter whether he even understands it himself.

I would kiss the ground where your shadow fell just to be near you.