Quotes About Yearning

I think people see what they want to see... But think about it: if you'd lost someone you love, wouldn't you give almost anything to have the chance to see them again?

History Even Eve, the only soul in all of time to never have to wait for love, must have leaned some sleepless nights alone against the garden wall and wailed, cold, stupefied, and wild and wished to trade-in all of Eden to have but been a child. In fact, I gather that is why she leapt and fell from grace, that she might have a story of herself to tell in some other place.

I have this feeling, like I'm waiting for something. But I have no idea what.

If that blue could stay for ever; if that hole could remain for ever." There was nothing to make him last.

You make me love you...

Me: How can I want you then when I don't want you now?

It's exhausting, constantly having to search for the people you love.

I can't wait. I thought i could, but i can't. Sorry

I wish my heart wouldn't beat so fast.

Don't you want to know where I'd go if I could?" Not really, I think. " Where would you go if you could go anywhere?" It comes out bitchier than I mean for it to. He leans forward over the handlebars, eyes on me. "I'd go to Hoosier Hill with a beautiful girl.

This is my secret---that any moment I might fly away.

But tonight I'm telling myself I don't have anything in common with this Violet girl, no matter how much I want to, and asking myself if the words between us were really that hot or if maybe it was just me imagining, me in overdrive for a girl I barely know, all because she's the first person I've met who seems to speak my language.

Éste es mi secreto: en cualquier momento saldré volando y huiré de aquí.

Maybe it was just me imagining, me in overdrive for a girl I barely know, all because she's the first person I've met who seems to speak my language. A few words of it anyway.

Nisandan beri içimde hep ayn? his vard?; sanki bir ÅŸeyi bekliyordum. Ama beklediÄŸim ÅŸeyin ne olduÄŸuna dair hiçbir fikrim yoktu.

Come back. I love you. I'm sorry.

He has never gone short of anything he wanted, you see, until he wanted me.

At this hungry and thirsty and yearning hour, with the uneasiness of the dark and the inevitability of bedtime clutching at them, something more was needed than the spidery tunnels of the furze and broom, and the clay hollows of elders and watery pits of willow, full of lean shadows.

He saw Harvey and Edgar catch each other's eye as he looked off toward the strains of Alley Cat, Jesus, hoping they'd rush it faster than the others or he'd have to get out of here. It was the only song he knew that made him want to break something.

I woke up this morning," Gabriel said, "thinking of nothing more than rolling over and pulling you into my arms and kissing you again. Kissing: only kissing. As if I were a green boy of fourteen. In case you don't realize it, Kate, kissing is not a man's usual inclination in the morning.

I would prefer not to throw myself on a funeral pyre. Please come back to me.

I've seen you by candlelight, and midday, and firelight--and in a thunderstorm. And if I were struck blind as I stand here I would see you till I die as you are now, with tears on your cheeks, because I don't take you in my arms and fight the whole boiling lot of them for you!

I don't understand why we must do things in this world, why we must have friends and aspirations, hopes and dreams. Wouldn't it be better to retreat to a faraway corner of the world, where all its noise and complications would be heard no more? Then we could renounce culture and ambitions; we would lose everything and gain nothing; for what is there to be gained from this world?

Melancholy: an appetite no misery satisfies.