Quotes About Yearning

You said I could have anything I wanted, but I just couldn't say it out loud.

I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.

Here we are, at the place where I get to beg for it. Where I get to say 'Please, for just one night, will you lay down next to me? We can leave our clothes on, we can stay all buttoned up?' But we both know how it goes – I say I want you inside me and you hold my head underwater. I say I want you inside me and you split me open with a knife.

He was not dead yet, not exactly— parts of him were dead already, certainly other parts were still only waiting for something to happen, something grand, but it isn't always about me, he keeps saying, though he's talking about the only heart he knows— He could build a city. Has a certain capacity. There's a niche in his chest where a heart would fit perfectly and he thinks if he could just maneuver one into place— well then, game over.

The boy's no good. The boy is just no good. / but he takes you in his arms and pushes your flesh around to see if you could ever be ugly to him.

and you play along, because you want to die for love, you always have.

You want a better story. Who wouldn't?

You could love this boy with all your heart.

Do you want it? Do you want anything I have? Will you throw me to the ground like you mean it, reach inside and wrestle it out with your bare hands? If you love me, Henry, you don't love me in a way I understand.

I swear, I end up feeling empty, like you've taken something out of me, and I have to search my body for the scars, thinking Did he find that one last tender place to sink his teeth in?

but more frequently I was finding myself sleepless and he was running out of lullabies

You were drinking sangria and I was throwing oranges at you, but it didn't matter. I said my arms are very long and your head's on fire. I said kiss me here and here and here and you did.

We are all just trying to be holy.

I woke up in the morning and I didn't want anything, didn't do anything, couldn't do it anyway, just lay there listening to the blood rush through me and it never made any sense, anything. And I can't eat, can't sleep, can't sit still or fix things

Sweetheart, is that you?

Please keep him safe. Let him lay his head on my chest and we will be like sailors, swimming in the sound of it, dashed to pieces.

They want you to love the whole damn world but you won't

And words, little words, words too small for any hope or promise, not really soothing

Are you there, sweetheart? Do you know me?

And the part where I push you flush against the wall and every part of your body rubs against the bricks, shut up I'm getting to it.

I wanted to fall down right there but I knew you wouldn't catch me because you're dead.

We have not been given all the words necessary. We have not been given anything at all.

You want it to mean something. Sad pink cakes. Five strange blue things. You want to have it glued together.

You said I could have anything I wanted, but I just couldn't say it out loud. Actually, you said Love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. It's like a religion. It's terrifying. No one will ever want to sleep with you.