Quotes About Yearning

À ce moment-là, je crois, j'ai pris conscience qu'aucune existence, si heureuse ou brillante fût-elle, ne me suffirait jamais. Il vient toujours un moment où le rêveur, qui d'ordinaire se croit heureux parce que ses songes l'emportent sans cesse ailleurs, prend conscience de son malheur.

That sense of some distant, unknown country from where she'd come and toward which she seemed to want to return.

At the outset of my protracted fast, deprivation sent me constantly to my imaginary larder. I was gluttonous.

While I can't have you, I long for you. I am the kind of person who would miss a train or a plane to meet you for coffee. I'd take a taxi across town to see you for ten minutes. I'd wait outside all night if I thought you would open the door in the morning. If you call me and say 'Will you…' my answer is 'Yes', before your sentence is out. I spin worlds where we could be together. I dream you. For me, imagination and desire are very close.

What should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be free, and the tame heart that wants to come home. I want to be held. I don't want you to come too close. I want you to scoop me up and bring me home at nights. I don't want to tell you where I am. I want to keep a place among the rocks where no one can find me. I want to be with you.

Why did he have to be so gorgeous? Why did he have to stand so close, and why did I still love him so much?

For all her love of words, at times they're entirely insufficient.

She sticks her hand through the fence and wiggles her fingers on the other side. Her fingers are in el norte. She spits through the fence. Only to leave a piece of herself there on American dirt.

He's like a small, human bellows, and she a fire that's dimmed to embers.

The thirst after happiness is never extinguished in the heart of man.

Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow's dark array, - Days of absence, I am weary; She I love is far away.

No tienes nada, no puedes tener ni retener nada, y he aquí lo que necesitas amar y saber. He aquí lo que corresponde a un saber de amor. Ama lo que se te escapa, ama a aquel que se va. Ama que se vaya

Nu se murea sub bombele englezilor È™i ale americanilor. Dar se murea încetul cu încetul, din nemâncare, din lips? de aer, din lips? de libertate, se murea pentru c? oamenii nu mai visau. Marea era doar o dung? albastr? în zare, printre palmieri, pe deasupra acoperiÈ™urilor roÈ™ii.

Un miros de s?rac, un miros de violen??, de necesitatea de a parveni.

Fire, Sun, Sand, and Sea, Listen now and hear my plea. Humbly do I ask of thee, Please bring what I wish to me.

I want to leave, to go somewhere where I should be really in my place, where I would fit in . . . but my place is nowhere; I am unwanted.

What is it, what nameless, inscrutable, unearthly thing is it; what cozening, hidden lord and master, and cruel, remorseless emperor commands me; that against all natural lovings and longings, I so keep pushing, and crowding, and jamming myself on all the time; recklessly making me ready to do what in my own proper, natural heart, I durst not so much as dare?

My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her... It's never over, All my blood for the sweetness of her laughter... It's never over, She's a tear that hangs inside my soul forever...

my kingdom for a kiss upon your shoulder" lover you should have come over-

So I'll wait for you... And I'll burn Will I ever see your sweet return? Oh, will I ever learn? Oh, Lover, you should've come over Cause it's not too late.

I love anything that haunts me and never leaves

Part of me wants to make this boy bruise, bleed, and sob, and part of me wants to soothe him and care for him. The tipically complex yearnings of the kinkily queer.

I guess I had always sort of fantasized that a guy would see me and get past the ponytail and the glasses and the giant sweatshirt to discover how insanely awesome I am, then come and whisk me off into that magical teenager fairytale where everyone else gets to prance around.

Even heaven is hell without you.