Quotes About Yearning

Sometimes, my darling Caroline, when I can't take the want any longer; I go and look at you. Did you know that? I stand by your bedside and watch you sleeping by moonlight, your angelic face draped in shadows, so lovely, so peaceful, and I wonder if you're dreaming about me.

Do you know," he whispered very slowly, never taking his eyes from hers, "just how badly I want to make love to you? Not to your body, Natalie, but to you?

I think I've missed you every day," he whispered.

She needs to make one phone call, and she wishes she could make it into her past. Into last year. Or two years ago.

After four years at the United Nations I sometimes yearn for the peace and tranquility of a political convention.

When the Habsburg State crumbled to pieces in 1918 the Austrian Germans instinctively raised an outcry for union with their German fatherland. That was the voice of a unanimous yearning in the hearts of the whole people for a return to the unforgotten home of their fathers.

But such a general yearning could not be explained except by attributing the cause of it to the historical training through which the individual Austrian Germans had passed.

I do worship ancient hungers and chains dripping blood, but I am so tired of the taste of my heart.

In my dreams I have lived a promise that no waking day has ever kept.

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Even as his mind was imagining her clothes being slowly stripped away while his lips kissed the sweet, tender skin as it was revealed.

I keep coming back to you in my head, but you couldn't know that, and I have no carbons.

When you falter, all eludes. This is a seasick way, this almost/never touching, this drawing-off, this to-and-fro. Subtlety stalks in your eyes, your tongue knows what it knows. I want your secrets - I will have them out. Seasick, I drop into the sea.

If I'm lonely it's with the rowboat ice-fast on the shore in the last red light of the year that knows what it is, that knows it's neither ice nor mud nor winter light but wood, with a gift for burning

because life is short and you too are thirsty.

Tongue on your words to taste you there Couldn't   read what you had never written there Played your message over feeling bad Played your message over it was all I had To tell me what and wherefore this is what it said: I'm tired of you asking me why I'm tired of words like the chatter of birds Give me a pass, let me just get by

I ache, brilliantly.

What I cry out for, like every being, with my whole life and all my earthly passion, is something very different from an equal to cherish: it is a God to adore.

I miss it like crazy, but I don't eat pasta anymore.

I guess its the same with all children really, they have this sort of pathetic longing to be like their parents were.

There's no shame in longing for peace.

Man is never perfect nor contented.

Every intense desire is perhaps a desire to be different from what we are.

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