Quotes About Yearning

His lips twisted. 'Met. So tame a word for it. It was not a meeting, Veronica. I was introduced to her and it was like finding a part of myself that had been somehow walking the earth without me. She was my other half when I had not realized I was incomplete.

in that moment I would have sold my soul to a tinker to be anywhere else.

The truth, dear reader, is that I was as ready for him as any filly ready for the stud. My blood thrummed whenever he came near, the air crackling between us like one of Galvani's electrical experiments. It was a mercy that we had not been alone in our train compartment on the journey back to London; otherwise, I suspect the urgent swaying of the conveyance would have proven too much for my increasingly limited self-control.

Do not collect passion into the equation. It is a dangerous foe, Theodora, like keeping a lion in the garden. It might seem safe enough, but it might well destroy you. No, do not yearn for passion. Ask instead for contentment, happiness. Those are to be wished for.

Seduction has been my life's work, mademoiselle. I know how a man looks at a woman when he has had her. And I know how a man looks when he is suffering for want of her.

He was remembering not the woman who had come before, but the promise of happiness he had glimpsed once and never thought to know again.

I'm jealous, of course. He's got a rich, pretty debutante and all I've got is a stiffy for the little brunette with the curly hair out there.

The wind rose here, as plangent as a human voice crying out.

It was one of those times you feel a sense of loss, even though you didn't have something in the first place. I guess that's what disappointment is- a sense of loss for something you never had.

The loneliness you feel with another person, the wrong person, is the loneliest of all.

You can want one thing and have a secret wish for its opposite.

It occurred to me then that a lot of life was either about wanting and not having, or having and not wanting.

Maybe I was being too picky. Maybe I didn't want to be close to anyone. Maybe I'd just be the type who couldn't feel love all the way or something. I couldn't tell what was wrong, but what was wrong was that it just wasn't right.

It was all the things you could never understand and could never possess that made you ache.

I felt a constant, low-flying desperation, the kind you feel when you are trying, trying, trying to get something you will never, ever get.

I liked the idea of bouncy, open-air Jeeps and I liked the outfits with all the pockets, only I didn't really want to live in Africa and be shot by poachers/get malaria/get stabbed to death.

It was the feeling of not belonging, and longing for your familiar couch and your familiar TV with all those comforting TV people who couldn't see you.

She wants to propel herself into the dark and terrifying universe. Being that unanchored and that much in peril seems preferable to being here, grounded on the earth that wrecked her.

Once again, I am translucent. I could break against rocks. I am ten thousand miles down and ten thousand miles across and around and it's too far and too long and too deep, but there is no black-haired body with wide, soft brown eyes looking into mine and seeing exactly who I am.

I made a silent promise to myself--I would come back when no one was here, and I would read those words. Maybe at that moment I knew what a thief must feel, a jewel thief. The way his heart would quicken with need and envy and want when he gazed down at the promise of diamonds and rubies.The way he knew he would soon hold them in his hands,pretending they were his even if they could never be.

You gotta want it.

How can I wear the harness of toilAnd sweat at the daily round, While in my soul foreverThe drums of Pictdom sound?

I can never be satisfied I always look for more.

That deep longing that you keep dismissing as impractical, may be the very thing your soul is calling you to do.