Quotes About Yearning

Each … breeze," he says, watching the ripple of the bright, unfurling leaves, "will be me, missing. You." Smiling

It's a physical urge, stronger than thirst or sex. Halfway back on the left side of my head there is a spot that longs for the jolt of a bullet, that yearns for that fire, that final empty rip. I want to be let out of this cavern, to open myself up to the ease of not-living. I am tired of sorrow and struggle and worry. I am tired of my sad sister. I want to turn out the last light.

The absolute yearning of one human body for another particular body and its indifference to substitutes is one of life's major mysteries.

They stared at each other, wanting each other, drawn to each other, but their silent shout of love went unheard in the roar of misunderstanding, and the clatter of culturally ingrained beliefs.

She loved him, more than she could ever find words for, but this love he felt for her was not quite the same. It wasn't so much stronger, as more demanding, more insistent. As though he feared he would lose that which he had finally won.

It is no longer a passion hidden in my heart: it is Venus herself fastened to her prey.

My only hope lies in my despair.

Present, I flee you: absent, I find you again.

The flames of Aphrodite maddened me; I loathed myself, and yearned outrageously like a starved wolf to fall upon the sheep.

Blot out the moon, Pull down the stars. Love in the dark, for we're for the dark So soon, so soon.

Yes, I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness, sad as an eagle without wings, sad as a violin with only one string and that one broken, sad as a woman who is growing old. Sad, sad, sad...

She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it.

He whirled round and round in his rapid love; it pricked him on the breastbone like a needle. He wanted to be shut up in a small space to think about it. He wanted to grab it and eat it like an apple so that nobody else could have it.

Andy Warhol would like to have been Edie Sedgwick. He would like to have been a charming, well-born débutante from Boston. He would like to have been anybody except Andy Warhol.

On the way back something very strange happened. I didn't realize I was going to say it, but I said out loud, "I wish I was dead"... the love and the beauty and the ecstasy of the whole experience I'd just gone through were really so alien. I didn't even know the man... it had been a one-night jag... he was married and had children... and I just felt lost. It hardly seemed worth living any more because once again I was alone.

You didn't give up wanting things because your life had put them out of reach.

Call them from their houses, and teach them to dream.

Almost as if—as if he regretted that they were civilised. As if he knew that they had to be, but wished it wasn't necessary. Or that there was some other way.

Never ran this hard through the valley never ate so many stars I was carrying a dead deer tied on to my neck and shoulders deer legs hanging in front of me heavy on my chest People are not wanting to let me in Door in the mountain let me in

He has gone and we are missing him ! When you get accustomed to people or places or ways of living, and then have them snatched away, it does leave an empty, gnawing sort of sensation.

I hate the moonlight because it's beautiful and he isn't here to see it with me.

When you get accustomed to people or places or ways of living, and then have them snatched away, it does leave an awfully empty, gnawing sort of sensation.

Please be thinking about me. I'm quite lonely and I want to be thought about

Hayat?ma girmi? kad?nlar." Bu m?sralar hep akl?n?n bir kö?esindeydi. Sanki av pe?inde ko?ma nedenini bile özetliyorlard?. Güzel bir çehreyi bir trende, kalabal?kta, bir sokakta gizlice izlemeye dayanan özel ve ebedi bir dramd?, ama ayn? zamanda da kad?nlar? ona do?ru çeken dayan?lmaz bir co?kuydu. Bu ilk kar??la?madaki hayranl?kt?. Ve gerçek bir k?v?lc?m. Sayfa:138