Quotes About Yearning

we're shooting the scene where i swallow your heart and you make me spit it up again. i swallow your heart and it crawls right out of my mouth. you swallow my heart and flee, but i want it back now, baby. i want it back.

He looked over at me now, his eyes wet. "Will you come and lay down with me first?" "Well, gee, Lyle . . . gee. Actually, I think Miss Manners would advise against it. I mean, with my lover waiting down in the car and all. I think you have a good bit to learn about timing—about the social graces. I'm pretty sure we'd both feel very, very bad afterwards. Also, these days I'm a bit overextended in that department.

We feel dissatisfaction because we have a nagging sense that somehow, somewhere, we've lost something. This is because we really have lost something.

I understood then that when you miss a thing it leaves a hole that only the thing you miss can fill.

Ist der Mensch, der nach dem Gott sich sehnt, nicht vernichtet?

The soul shrinksFrom all that it is about to remember,From the punctual rape of every blessèd day,And cries,"Oh, let there be nothing on earth but laundry,Nothing but rosy hands in the rising steamAnd clear dances done in the sight of heaven."

I die of thirst here at the fountainside.

I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of the hunger for life that gnaws in us all.

Anything seemed possible, likely, feasible, because I wanted everything to be possible... Because I had no power to make things happen outside of me in the objective world, I made things happen within. Because my environment was bare and bleak, I endowed it with unlimited potentialities, redeemed it for the sake of my own hungry and cloudy yearning.

Know what we did, Lucy? You and me? We spent our whole lives yearning. Isn't that the God damndest thing?

God knows there certainly ought to be a window around here somewhere, for all of us.

The place had filled him with a sense of wisdom hovering just out of reach, of unspeakable grace prepared and waiting just around the corner, but he'd walked himself weak down its endless blue streets and all the people who knew how to live had kept their tantalizing secret to themselves.

I know I had it - I could feel it, the way you feel blood in your veins - and now I reach for it and reach for it, and it isn't there.

He was big and sturdy, with a heavy jaw and a voice that made her want to curl up and ride in his pocket like a kitten.

Will you call me?" she asked helplessly. "Will you call me again, Evan?" "Well of course I will," he said, looking back to smile at her in a way that would soon become habitual: a mixture of pity, fond teasing, and readiness for love.

Perché cambiava sempre tutto, quando l'unica cosa che si desiderava, l'unica cosa che si era mai chiesta umilmente a Dio o a chi per lui, era che certe cose potessero restare immutate?

The only thing better than imagining Dimitri carrying me in his arms was imagining him shirtless while carrying me in his arms.

You…you got rid of that dress fast," I pointed out between heavy breaths. "I thought you liked it." "I do like it," he said. His breathing was as heavy as mine. "I love it." And then he took me to the bed.

We need to be together." "Why?" I asked softly. The word was carried away on the wind, but he heard. "Because I want you." I gave him a sad smile, wondering if we'd meet again in the land of the dead. "Wrong answer," I told him. I let go

If I could dream, I know I'd dream about you.I'd dream about the way you smell and how your dark hair feels like silk between my fingers. I'd dream about the smoothness of your skin and the fierceness of your lips when we kiss. Without dreams,I have to be content with my own imagination—which is almost as good. I can picture all those things perfectly.

He sighed and then focused his eyes right on me. It was like drowning, drowning in seas of green. There was nothing in the world except for those eyes. "I want to kiss you, Rose," he said softly. "And I want you to want me too.

Yeah, that's exactly what I want. To help my girlfriend get her old boyfriend back." He turned away again, and I heard him mutter, "I need two drinks.

You kill me, Rose," he said melodramatically. "Every day is agony without you. Empty. Alone. I pine for you, wondering if you're even still alive.

But I couldn't help myself, couldn't help the way I felt as I recalled the bliss and rush of a vampire's bite.