Quotes About Yearning

There was only one thing the perfume could not do. It could not turn him into a person who could love and be loved like everyone else.

What he coveted was the odor of certain human beings: that is, those rare humans who inspire love.

Her zaman özlediÄŸi ÅŸey, insanlar?n kendisini sevmesi yani, ulaÅŸt??? anda dayan?lmaz bir ÅŸey olup ç?km??t?, çünkü o kendisi sevmiyordu insanlar?, onlardan nefret ediyordu. Birdenbire doyumu hiçbir zaman sevgide deÄŸil, nefrette bulmuÅŸ olduÄŸunu anlad?, nefrette ve kendinden nefret edilmesinde.

People left him alone. And that was all he wanted.

Grenouille no longer wanted to go somewhere, but only to go away, away from human beings.

Man's misfortune stems from the fact that he does not want to stay in the room where he belongs.

Now things sucked worse than a vampire after a four day fast. Only

The past is desirable, more often than not, because it can make no demands.

Love is bitter sweet never to be perfect but just what the body, heart, and mind aches for...and the lips oooh~ to die another day just to kiss the love it miss. My heaven, my hell, my pain, my love…my life! Killing me slowly….oooh~ so sweet and slowly with your kiss. To have loved than have never loved at all I would rather die so forever slowly.

I had no proof that I had the stuff to be an artist, though I hungered to be one.

Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire.

Just come back, I was thinking. You've been gone long enough. Just come back. I will stop traveling; I will wash your clothes.

We want thing we cannot have. We seek to reclaim a certain moment , sound, sensation. I want to hear my mother's voice. I want to see my children as children. Hands small, feet swift. Everything changes. Boy grown, father dead, daughter taller than me, weeping from a bad dream. Please stay forever, I say to the things I know. Don't go. Don't grow.

Angel looks down at him and says, "Oh, pretty boy, Can't you show me nothing but surrender?

I could feel the gravitational pull of home, which when I'm home too long becomes the gravitational pull of somewhere else.

Nessuno mi stava aspettando. Ma mi aspettava ogni cosa.

Christmas was coming and there was a pervasive melancholy, as if everyone simultaneously remembered they had nowhere to go. Even

We want things we cannot have. We seek to reclaim a certain moment, sound, sensation. I want to hear my mother's voice. I want to see my children as children. Hands small, feet swift. Everything changes. Boy grown, father dead, daughter taller than me, weeping from a bad dream. Please stay forever, I say to the things I know. Don't go. Don't grow.

It had started with the moon, inaccessible poem that she was.

I didn't mind the misery of a vocation but I dreaded not being called

I should get out of here, I am thinking, out of the city. But where would I go that I would not drag my seemingly incurable lethargy along with me,

Such things that disappear in time that we find ourselves longing to see again. We search for them in close-up as we search for our hands in a dream.

The café I'll never realize, the cafés I'll never know.

In all the world one may always hope to recapture something lost.