Quotes About Yearning

There is always something to miss, no matter where you are.

There are always things to miss," said Maggie. "No matter where you are.

I sing the songs I sang to you every night. I sing them so I will remember you, hoping that you will remember me too, even though I am here, and you are there.

But for me, it feels like nighttime even in the brightest sun without my friend.

I spent the months with Houston regretting leaving you. When I heard you were no longer with my grandfather, I thought I had lost you. I don't ever wish to live through that time again." Perhaps

As Herman Melville wrote in Moby Dick, I had "an everlasting itch for things remote.

Stop thirsting for things that are bitter, Go crazy here, here in these arms that are still Wrapped around the absent shape of you, Go crazy with me, thrash about in our bed And weep and wail and call me by her name, At least have the courage to let our hearts break together.

Life is a banquet and most poor bastards are starving to death!

You experience a feeling of emptiness and a yearning for something, anything, to fill up the emptiness.

Through the window, I saw the beautiful world outside: the sky, the sun, the cacti, the rocks, and the dirt. How I longed to return to it! I licked at the air, trying to smell the desert's delicious dusty scent, but could not. How was I able to see it without smelling it? Did humans control scents as well as the temperature and the waters? Is that what windows were for, to keep out scents? Why did they wish to put invisible barriers between themselves and the world?

According to Ralph Waldo Emerson, most people live lives of quiet desperation.

Where is this love? I can't see it, I can't touch it. I can't feel it. I can hear it. I can hear some words, but I can't do anything with your easy words

DAN What do you want? ALICE To be loved. DAN That simple? ALICE It's a big want.

I am waiting for a man to come in here and fuck me sideways with a beautiful line like that

His eyes begged: 'Could you love me?' Well, I could – but I had a lot of things on hand and it really would have to wait.

Une petite fille rentre de la plage, au crépuscule, avec sa mère. Elle pleure pour rien, parce qu'elle aurait voulu continuer de jouer. Elle s'eloigne. Elle a déjà tourné le coin de rue, et nos vies ne sont-elles pas aussi rapides à se dissiper dans le soir que ce chagrin d'enfant?

He was seeking a lost innocence and settings made for enjoyment and ease, but where one could never be happy again.

He had written this book only in the hope that she might get in touch with him. Writing a book, for him, was also a way of beaming a searchlight or sending out coded signals to certain people with whom he had lost touch. It was enough to scatter their names at random through the pages and wait until they finally produced news of themselves.

Parfois, le cœur se serre à la pensée des choses qui auraient pu être et qui n'ont pas été.

Mais il semble que ce qui vous pousse brusquement à la fugue, c'est un jour de froid et de grisaille qui vous rend encore plus vive la solitude et vous fait sentir encore plus fort qu'un étau se resserre.

Friedo Lampe. Au bord de la nuit. Ce nom et ce titre m'évoquaient les fenêtres éclairées dont vous ne pouvez pas détacher le regard. Vous vous dites que, derrière elles, quelqu'un que vous avez oublié attend votre retour depuis des années ou bien qu'il n'y a plus personne. Sauf une lampe qui est restée allumée dans l'appartement vide.

I wanted so badly for there to be more. I ached for there to be more than my crappy little life.' He shakes his head. 'And there was more. I just couldn't see it.

To see the ocean once is to learn how to miss it. ~Mistress Coyle

He wanted something, he realizes now. Wanted an answer other than the ones he'd been given. Wanted to find out this whole world had some purpose, some particular purpose. For him.