Quotes About Yearning

I want to touch a phantom, it's the grey dove of truth

little distant sounds of shut-away singing

what a block of hope what a kleptomaniac what a thief of life I am

wet and sweet like stewed apples this must be the heart this is only a dream

of the heart saying strange strange it's not as if such fastenings could ever contain the regular yearning wing-beat of my evenings

just so abrupt and odd the way she went hungrily asking in the heart's thick accent

True love is a preview of heaven, and you do what you got to, to get it.

I fell in love with you again; While you were away - Jack Salmon

This perhaps is what is meant by hiraeth: a lifelong yearning for what is gona and out of reach.

Everything want to be loved. Us sing and dance and holler, just trying to be loved.

I miss you. I'm having the best sex of my life and I don't have anyone to tell about it." "You're having the best...this driving instructor is he best." "You know what my feet are like, right?" "I try not to think about them, but yes." "Well, he sucks my toes." There was a momentary silence, and then Bronwyn let out a long-suffering sigh. "Okay...

Onwillekeurig moest Claire aan William Macfarlane denken, zijn gezicht, zijn stem en zijn aanraking. Wat zou zij doen om hem terug te krijgen? vroeg ze zich af. 'Alles,' antwoordde haar Alice-zelf. 'Alles...

Claire kreunde zacht in zichzelf en wiegde heen en weer. Na al die jaren was ze eindelijk iemand tegengekomen van wie ze werkelijk hield, die ze met heel haar hart wilde. En hij was al eeuwen dood.

Maybe it was the converse of the way amputees feel pain in a missing limb. He really was there all those years, a flesh-and-blood presence streaming off the wallpaper, digging up the dogwoods, polishing the finials... smelling of sawdust and sweat and designer cologne. But I ached as if he were already gone.

Elednor,' he said, 'Elednor, why have you betrayed me? Come back to me. Come back to were you belong. I alone need you...

Speak to me, fair maid! Speak and do not go! What sorrows have your eyes inlaid With such black woe? My dam is buried deep Dark are my father's halls And carrion fowl and wolves now keep Their ruined walls From: The Lay of Andomian and Beruldh

How could such heat remain when we were not even touching?

The world yearns. This is its sure gravity: the attraction of bodies. Earth for molten star. Moon for earth. A hand for the orb of a breast. This is its movement too: the motion of desire, of a longing toward.

But longing was part of life here, and it made him happy to feel his lack of these things, as sharp as hunger. He was addicted to want. He didn't know how this had happened, whether it was because of his childhood or some quirk of his personality or genes, but somehow he had become a person who needed to do without in order to appreciate what he had.

I can't stop thinking about you. I'm dreaming about you. And right now, all I want to do is kiss you.

De unde vine oare De unde vine oare tot acest dor arz?tor în inimile noastre, Al nostru-i pocalul, nu ÅŸi vinul dintr-însul; De unde vine el oare? Åžtiu c? lumea este colb Iar noi, asemeni, un pumn de ??rân?. Dar de unde vine oare durerea c?ut?rii care ne mistuie toat? fiinÅ£a? Privirile noastre r?zbat fruntariile galaxiei. De unde vin oare C?utarea asidu?, neliniÅŸtea ÅŸi revolta noastr??

We've got an acquisitive gene. We want and want, and there's no way around it.

Desire is endless and unappeasable, is most intense where most forbidden, and is never far from despair.

fell in love with anyone who loved him back.