Quotes About Yearning

If you live, you look back and beg for it again, the hazardous bliss before you know what you would miss.

You're the muscle I cut from the bone and still the bone remembers, still it wants (so much, it wants) the flesh back, the real thing, if only to rail against it, if only to argue and fight, if only to miss a solve-able absence.

Sometimes, you just want something so hard you have to lie about it, so you can hold it in your mouth for a minute, how real hunger has a real taste

There is a solitude in this world I cannot pierce. I would die for it.

Perhaps we are hurtling our bodies towards the thing that will obliterate us, begging for love from the speeding passage of time...

Desire is a tricky thing, the boiling of the body's wants,

making music like resurrection or haunting or just plain need.

the one who wants to love you, but often isn't good at even that, the one who doesn't want to be diminished by how much she wants to be yours.

Hugo thought that it simply could not be otherwise; he would surely somewhere see that beautiful, beloved face that he had daily seen for so long!    But he did not see it.    After his search had gone on for some months, after winter had already cast its snowflakes and its blanket of ice over the city, he gave up his efforts. He sat in his room and held his lovely, weary head in both his hands.

even Michael, who never stopped trying to want what we wanted for him. How could he? We're not individuals. We're haunted by the living as well as the dead.

This being the condition itself: the relentless need to escape a moment that never ends.

This feeling of being in proximity to something that's lost to you, it seems like my whole life right now.

He took a pull of beer and tried to think of one thing that North Korea could give him that would make his life better.

Jun Do remembered that he had no one that mattered to him, which was why his tattoo would be of an actress he'd never seen, taken from a calendar at the helm of a fishing boat.

In my experience, ghosts are made up only of the living, people you know are out there but are forever out of range

Wstrzymuj?c oddech, usty chwyta? jej westchnienie. I okiem ?owi? wszystkie jej wzroku promienie.

?y?am na ?wiecie; lecz, ach! nie dla ?wiata! My?l moja, nazbyt skrzydlata, Nigdy na ziemskiej nie spocz??a b?oni.

Wgryz? si? jak piekielny dym pod jej powieki I w g?owie utkwi? na wieki. B?d? jej my?li czyste przez ca?y dzie? brudzi? I w nocy j? ze snu budzi?.

Waleryjo! Ty przecie? spomi?dzy ziemianek Zazdro?ci godna! Ciebie ubóstwia? kochanek, O którym inna pró?no ca?e ?ycie marzy, Którego rysów szuka w ka?dej nowej twarzy, I w ka?dym nowym g?osie nadaremnie bada Tonu, który jej duszy brzmieniem odpowiada.

In our dreams we can have our eggs cooked exactly how we want them, but we can't eat them.

wanting is what we do to survive, and we want only what isn't there

All love stories are frustration stories… To fall in love is to be reminded of a frustration that you didn't know you had (of one's formative frustrations, and of one's attempted self-cures for them); you wanted someone, you felt deprived of something, and then it seems to be there. And what is renewed in that experience is an intensity of frustration, and an intensity of satisfaction.

However much you have been wanting and hoping and dreaming of meeting the person of your dreams, it is only when you meet them that you will start missing them. It seems that the presence of an object is required to make its absence felt (or to make the absence of something felt). A kind of longing may have preceded their arrival, but you have to meet in order to feel the full force of your frustration in their absence.

Falling in love, finding your passion, are attempts to locate, to picture, to represent what you unconsciously feel frustrated about, and by.