Quotes About Yearning

In these times I don't, in a manner of speaking, know what I want; perhaps I don't want what I know and want what I don't know.

The primitive sign of wanting is trying to get.

Pero me aguanto las ganas y no se lo digo, ni se lo diré por años que viva. Me lo guardo y me limito a pensarlo. Decírselo sería un regalo excesivo, aunque él no se enterara: estuvo alejado de mí durante demasiado tiempo, se atrevió a declararse muerto, dejó su cuerpo en una costa distante.

Querer es una costumbre

Sometimes I think the difference between what we want and what we're afraid of is about the width of an eyelash.

Can I really remember, over and over again, that, contrary to all indications, fulfilling my desires will not be as satisfying as lessening them? Simple, but not easy.

But Jesus felt her yearning, her fragility masked by bravado. He always broke down barriers, never erected them.

I think about going away myself, living a whole different life, like I could exist on a different planet and this life wouldn't know about me, and I wouldn't know about it.

It bothered me that whatever was waiting wasn't waiting for me

ANTIGONE: Tell me the truth! I beg you to tell me the truth! When you think about me, when it strikes you suddenly that I am going to belong to you?do you have the feeling that?that a great empty space is being hollowed out inside you, that there is something inside you that is just?dying? HAEMON: Yes, I do, I do.

And so one can imagine that in amorous seduction the other is the locus of your secret the other unknowingly holds that which you will never have the chance to know.

Boone already felt in his bones that if he ever got his hands on Maddie, once would never be enough.

Everyone believes very easily whatever they fear or desire.

You hungry yet? Personally, I could eat this dock without even syrup.

When I wrote to him, I wanted my letters to be sprightly, trivial, indifferent. In spite of myself, I imbued them with my love. I would have liked to make it seem powerful, sure of itself and sure of me, but I infused it, despite myself, with all my anxiety.

It was therefore natural for me to imagine what his penis would be if he smeared it for my benefit with so fine a substance, with that precious cobweb, a tissue which I secretly called the veil of the palace.

In her garret, Divine lived only on tea and grief.

I could not take lightly the idea that people made love without me.

Slowly but surly I want to strip her of every kind of happiness as to make a saint of her.

on him, under him, with his mouth pressed to hers, he sang to her uncouth songs that moved through her body.

Si on pouvait seulement aller jusqu'au saule !

She listened; she heard the dull thumping of her blood which seemed to be tramping on her with a heavy heel.    She passed her left hand across the night to feel the man's firm wrist, which was against her right hand. It was all knotted like a gnarled branch. It filled her left hand with warm flesh which was supple and finely nerved.    "I can't explain....They all have their women. Such a passion has seized the earth...such a passion!" 

always on the edge of some beautiful redemption.

It is the size of the characters' desires that helps to make a sad story a tragedy.