Quotes About Yearning

HELP!" I race to the square, crossing it, looking all around, listening out- No . No . It's empty. Viola's breathing heavy in my arms . And Haven is empty. I reach the middle of the square. I don't see nor hear a soul. I spin around again. "HELP!" I cry. But there's no one. Haven's completely empty. There ain't hope here after all.

His absence is so big it's like he's there.

More real , more there , like it's just the most incredible thing in the world that we're both still alive and I feel my chest get all funny and tight and I think, Here she is, right here, my Viola, she came for me, she's here- And I find myself thinking how I want to take her hand again and never let it go, to feel the skin of it, the warmth of it, hold it tight against my own hand...

Now that I know there's more? I want to have more. If there really is more to life, I want to live all of it. And why shouldn't all of us? Don't we deserve that?

I remember the ache I used to feel when she got too close, how it felt like grief, how it felt like a loss, like I was falling, falling into nothing, how it clenched me up and made me want to weep, made me actually weep.

Mikey," she says, but not like she's about to say anything more, just like she's identifying me, making a place for me here that's mine to exist in. I want her so much, my heart feels heavy, like I'm grieving. Is this what they meant about that stomach feeling? They didn't say it felt this sad.

The only place you belong is the place you can never go back to.

The world has always been hungry, though it often does not know what it hungers for.

But I just put my hand on the back of his neck- And he says, "Viola-?" And I pull myself toward him- And I kiss him. And it feels like, finally.

Haven't you ever felt like there has to be more? Like there's more out there somewhere, just beyond your grasp, if you could only get to it..

And we dream the same in my town as you probably do in a city. We yearn the same, wish the same. We're just as screwed-up and brave and false and loyal and wrong and right as anyone else.

I wish I had a hundred years," she said, very quietly. "A hundred years I could give to you.

Self-contained,' Gudmund had described him, but what that really meant was that it felt like he'd had a private burden to shoulder for as long as he could remember . . . Worse, it had been accompanied by an equally hard lifelong yearning, a feeling that there had to be more, more than just all this weight. Because if there wasn't, what was the point?

Being this close to her silence is like my heart breaking all over the place. I can feel it, like it's pulling me down into a bottomless pit, like it's calling for me to just fall and fall and fall.

He didn't want to go and look. But at the same time, a part of him wanted to look more than anything.

But Jesus, people need, you know? I know that. They need things and they don't know why, they just need them.

The only place you belong is the place you can never go back.

Ojalá me quedaran cien años -dijo con voz muy baja-. Cien años que darte.

He knew she wouldn't be in there – he couldn't hear the kettle boiling, which she always did first thing – but he'd found himself asking for her a lot lately when he entered rooms in the house.

Desideravi solo la fine del dolore, disse il mostro. Il tuo dolore. La conclusione dell'isolamento in cui questo ti aveva rinchiuso. è il più umano fra tutti i desideri.

The ache of it. The ache of missing Gudmmund is so great he can barely stand it. Of missing how safe being with him felt, how easy it was, how funny and relaxed. Of missing the physical stuff, of course, but more than that, the intimacy, the closeness. Of missing just being held like that, cared for.

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

So much that he can only glimpse enough of to know that it's forever beyond his reach.

Drew missed Peter when he left, but it was like missing a hole.