Quotes About Yearning

Loial, son of Arent, son of Halen, had secretly always wanted to be hasty.

She's not for you, nor you for her; at least, not in the way you both want.

Out of the night Hopper came, and Perrin was one with the wolf. Hopper, the cub who had watched the eagles soar, and wanted so badly to fly through the sky as the eagles did. The cub who hopped and jumped and leaped until he could leap higher than any other wolf, who never lost the cub's yearning to soar through the sky. [...] Something crashed into his head, and as he fell, he did not know if it was Hopper or himself who died.

Mashiara. Beloved of heart and soul, it meant, but a love lost, too. Lost beyond regaining.

I would burn the world and use my soul for tinder to hear her laugh again.  

He found what he'd hoped to see, the reason why she'd left so quickly. Just outsidee the tent, Lan held her tightly.

When you have never known a thing except to dream, it becomes more than a talisman.

and at such times he was filled with odd thoughts that this was not the way things were supposed to be, that there should be something more to his life. Elayne

Faile was the only woman Perrin wanted, but sometimes he felt like a fish trying to understand a bird.

What you want is what you cannot have. What you cannot have is what you want. Lews Therin laughed maniacally. It

There had been no wolves, of course. Not in a city like this. He wished it did not feel so – alone.

Ride on if you wish, you say. Once, there was a soldier loved a queen from afar, knowing it was hopeless, knowing he could never dare speak. Now the queen is gone, and only a woman remains, and I hope. I burn with hope! If

Elayne's first act in Caemlyn would be to get Rand alone and kiss him within an inch of his life.

I just want my brother back.-Daryl (to Maryl) the Walking Dead S3

Writing now makes me feel as if I had lost at least one of my senses. I can't hear you or see you and I wonder if you hear me. One thing is quite sure. I love you. Yours, George.

At last Hyacinth asked rather mournfully: Why do you keep on pushing me away? The note of unhappiness in that voice quite shocked him. How little one knows what one knows, or wants what one wants.

Within reality there is a senseless craving for unreality.

I half imagined a God who would look on such creatures and pity them and love them and try very hard to show Himself in those moments when the two people, whoever they were, were letting go of their own selfishness and fear and faithlessness and trying to find a way to cling hard and long and permanently to each other. And if they failed at that, God would see just the yearning for it as worthy of a gift of all the grace a God could give.

And my eyes fill up with tears because this man's very fingertips are in love with me.

I longed to know the world's name.

Hell, a man can lie there and want something so bad and be so full of wanting it he just plain forgets what it is he wants. Just like when you are a boy and the sap first rises and you think you will go crazy some night wanting something and you want it so bad and get so near sick wanting it you near forget what it is.

For everything there is a season / But there is the dream / Of a season past all seasons.

I couldn't any more have touched her then than if she had been my little sister.

under the sky, and see the cow standing in the water upstream near the single leaning willow. And all at once you feel like crying. But the train is going fast, and almost immediately whatever you felt is taken away from you, too. You bloody fool, do you think that you want to milk a cow? You do not want to milk a cow.