Quotes About Yearning

Kärleken är ett helhetskrav, vare sig den är smärtsam oro eller lycklig åtrå... Man älskar bara det man inte äger helt.

Absence is the enemy of love

What the eye does not admire the heart does not desire.

We desire nothing so much as what we ought not to have.

Give me the waters of Lethe that numb the heart, if they exist, I will still not have the power to forget you.

All I wanted was this place of glory and things that can never be to be.

But sometimes you can want something too much, there is always a threshold & a place to fall.

All my possessions for a moment of time.

It was not so much that I longed for death as that I didn't long for life.

Sex is the last refuge of the miserable

Sex] is only a mirage, floating in shimmering mockery before the bulging eyes of middle-aged men as they stumble with little whimpers toward the double bed, that somewhere there is a person that will evoke from them sensations of which they dimly dream they are capable.

Vos larmes sont douces et me touchent. Je vous abandonne parce que je ne songe plus à vos seins dans mes rêves. J'ai vu d'autres visages. Nos cœurs sont des affamés. Notre esprit ne connaît pas le repos. La vie est belle à proportion qu'elle est féroce, comme nos proies.

Those who are near me do not know that you are nearer to me than they are Those who speak to me do not know that my heart is full with your unspoken words Those who crowd in my path do not know that I am walking alone with you Those who love me do not know that their love brings you to my heart

destiny, n. I know this word so close to my heart that it hurts.

Our modern Empire of Desire manufactures endless appetite while simultaneously denying that anything is objectively good, beautiful, or desirable. The result is not great yearning or passion, but acedia or sloth, a pervasive 'noonday demon.

Every time he glances at me I feel it just as surely as if he has reached out and run his finger along my soul. It is all I can do not to smile at the sheer wonder of it.

Are you the one named Alyse? For he calls that name in his sleep." "No, that is his beloved sister, dead these past three years." The depth of my disappointment that it is not my name he calls takes me completely by surprise. "Ah," the old nun says sympathetically, as if she somehow knows what I am feeling. "Then perhaps you are Sybella. That is the name he asks for when he is awake.

I'm so tired of being lonely,she thought. In so tired of never going out, of never being with a boy,off never having a boy care about me.

We always long for the forbidden things, and desire what is denied us

No loss is felt more keenly than the loss of what might have been. No nostalgia hurts as much as nostalgia for things that never existed.

Memory chooses to preserve what desire cannot hope to sustain.

Sex, like art, can unsettle a soul, can grind a heart in a mortar. Sex, like literature, can sneak the other within one's wall, even if for only a moment, a moment before one immures oneself again.

No loss is felt more keenly than the loss of what might have been.

No nostalgia is felt as keenly as nostalgia for things that never existed.