Quotes About Yearning

There are reasons," she said. "If you knew… if I could tell you…" Her hands, resting on top of the table, knotted into fists. Her long blond hair, pale as moonlight, swirled around her shoulders. Her ice-blue eyes sought Serafina's. In them, Serafina could see a yearning to talk, to share what was troubling her.

Nevermore wants me," she whispered aloud. "It wants me to stay." The thought scared her. But what scared her even more was how much she wanted Nevermore.

It's the hunger in our hearts that kills us.

I understand I can't have you. But I want to know you're in the world with me.

My knee radiated heat. As I watched him pull himself from the car and walk casually across the brightly lit parking lot, I thought dumb things. I will never wash my knee again. I will never wash these jeans again. I will cut the knee out of these jeans and sew a pillow to sleep on every night, just to have a molecule of him in my bed with me.

His dark eyes challenged me. They were weapons that could hurt me. Here was the worst thing about them: I could tell that if Johnafter loved you, his dark eyes would be beautiful and friendly and warm. So every time he cut me down with a look that was cold and unfriendly and ugly, it was a double insult, a reminder of what I could never have. I found myself avoiding his dark eyes when I could.

This was about to go very bad, because Adam was going to cry. "I miss you," he said, and his voice broke.

Hunter deepened it.

Nick was giving me the same look. And this time,instead of being taken aback or feeling squicky about it,my heart raced and my face grew hot. My body's response to the call of Nick.

He ran his hands through his hair and held on to the back of his neck both biceps bulging. Dang him for looking so hot when I wanted to run away

Then he pulled off his T-shirt. The cotton clung to the muscles of his chest and arms like it loved him and didn't want to leave.

That's what death is, Danny thought: wanting to talk to someone and not being able to.

A frenzy of activity that had mostly led him in circles: wasn't that a fairly accurate description of lust?

The seconds pass. I know what's going on because it's the same thing that always happens: give me something nice, something I love or want or need, and I'll find a way to grind it into dust.

Alone by choice on Saturday nights, writing by an open window in his studio apartment, Gregory had experienced a kind of euphoria: a swelling, bursting, yearning hunger that had something in common with lust but included everyone, from the revelers outside his window to the carousers down the hall. He was where he wanted to be, and needed nothing else.

wishes she were daring, risqué, all the things she has never been and will never be.

STEPHEN O'CONNOR Next to Nothing

A frenzy of activity that had mostly led him in circles: wasn't that a fairly accurate description of lust? At times Bennie didn't even mind its disappearance; it was sort of a relief not to be constantly wanting to fuck someone. The world was unquestionably a more peaceful place without the half hard-on that had been his constant companion since the age of thirteen, but did Bennie want to live in such a world?

I see now that the place I've been yearning for is my own imagination.

Agnes felt her daughter's impatience that she go, and it made her want to cleave, as if holding Anna would somehow awaken in her daughter the need to be held. Agnes clasped her fiercely, trying through sheer force to open the folded part of Anna, so deeply recessed.

there are so many things that can take a person somewhere else, but none of those things ever happened to me

Bernadette longs for this moment as if it had already passed, as if it could have been. Yet here it is.

Sie sehnte sich stattdessen nach dem Elan und der Zielstrebigkeit, die alle anderen Menschen in der Forty-second Street zu beflügeln schienen: Gruppen lachender Matrosen; Mädchen mit angelegten, eingesprühten Haaren; ältere Paare, die Damen im Pelz - alle eilten im Dämmerlicht dahin. Anna betrachtete sie forschend. Woher wussten sie, wohin es ging?

In deep night, when I listen to sounds of the rainforest, I feel like I've returned to my mission. The landscapes are nothing alike. I see now that the place I've been yearning for is my own imagination. It was with me before and will be always. It's in every children's book.