Quotes About Yearning

That although I love Nick, on most days I don't think he lassoed the moon

desperately wanting to define what's in the air between us but unwilling to make the first move

I've chased you in my dreams for a long time now

O inferno é a ausência das pessoas de quem temos saudade.

I felt as though i were being shown a photo of someone well loved, and long dead. I didn't want to be reminded of what I no longer seemed to have.

It's all real in Outside, everything there is, because I saw an airplane in the blue between the clouds. Ma and me can't go there because we don't know the secret code, but it's real all the same. Before I didn't know to be mad that we can't open Door, my head was too small to have Outside in it.

I was beautiful, or so my father told me. My oval mirror showed me a face with nothing written on it. I had suitors aplenty but wanted none of them: their doggish devotion seemed too easily won. I had an appetite for magic, even then. I wanted something improbably and perfect as a red rose just opening.

I think she was too tired to play anymore, she was in a hurry to get to Heaven so she didn't wait, why didn't she wait for me?

Ma's in Room still, I want her here so much much much.

In the days when wishing was having, I got what I wished and then I wish I hadn't.

Ambition was an itch in Mary's show, a maggot in her guts.

I didn't forget a day of you either.

He was a super shiny boy and I liked the shape of him. Under the blanket. In the shower. I liked his shadow on the street and his imprint on the sofa. I hated the smell of hair gel on his head, but I loved it on the pillow. I love the smell of losing someone.

Shooting Willoughby carrying Marianne up the path. ... Male strength -- the desire to be cradled again? ... I'd love someone to pick me up and carry me off. Frightening. Lindsay assures me I'd start to fidget after a while. She's such a comfort.

You guys looking for my dad? People are always, like, looking for him, and he's never around. Daddy is so not here. And I mean that literally and spiritually.

Miss me? Bet you did ... so would I.

She cast her eyes toward the heavens. "Help," she cried. And it began to rain diamonds.

I like to be loved, he thought, but he did not voice the notion

Squib could allow that he missed having a daddy, even a fake one, so long as he kept that thought inside his own head. Even if that daddy did drink beer like it was keeping him alive instead of the opposite. Even if he did raid Momma's coffee can for change and spend it on lottery scratch tickets.

Este es el origen del sufrimiento, querer algo y que no suceda

One of the great comforts of our present home, on the other hand, was that we hadn't chosen it. Inevitability is surely part of the sense of home, the irreplaceable something for which the heart yearns.

It is not actual suffering but the taste of better things which excites people to revolt.

Our passionate preoccupation with the sun, the stars and a God somewhere in outer space is a homing impulse. We are drawn back to where we came from.

we can never have enough of that which we really don't want