Quotes About Yearning

He was two or three steps away from her and for a moment they did not know how to get to one another.

I get to expecting to hear him talk and he ain't here. My ears sort of get empty.

He felt brittle, and ravenous.

God was knocking, and he wanted in bad.

Unrequited love is just another addiction.

He stood quite still, freezing, and somebody somewhere owed him infinite love.

It's weird to live somewhere where you can't see the stars.

Most of the time a person wants something more than anything else. You can tell because at the end of the day that's what they're willing to fight for -Dan

How do you explain it when you find in someone what you've been waiting for your whole life? Do you call it fate? It feels lazy to call it fate. It's more like finding your way home—where home is a place you secretly hoped for, a place you imagined, but where you'd never before been.

How do you explain it when you find in someone what you've been waiting for your whole life? Do you call it fate? It feels lazy to call it fate. It's more like finding your way home—where home is a place you secretly hoped for, a place you imagined, but where you'd never before been. Home. When you weren't sure you'd ever get to have one. That's what he was to me. That's who he was.

explain it when you find in someone what you've been waiting for your whole life? Do you call it fate? It feels lazy to call it fate. It's more like finding your way home—where home is a place you secretly hoped for, a place you imagined, but where you'd never before been. Home. When you weren't sure you'd ever get to have one.

I'd remember Matt, and I'd remember him wrong. And that was probably when I'd miss him most.

something far bigger than all of that. How do you explain it when you find in someone what you've been waiting for your whole life? Do you call it fate? It feels lazy to call it fate. It's more like finding your way home—where home is a place you secretly hoped for, a place you imagined, but where you'd never before been.

Words travel as swiftly as desire, so it is possible to send a message of love without them.

peor es el chile y el agua lejos! —

Growing up, one realizes how many things one cannot wish for, the things that are forbidden, sinful. Indecent. But what is decent? To deny everything that you really want?

Observando detenidamente las delicadas formas del muñeco, pensaba lo fácil que era desear cosas durante la niñez. Entonces no hay imposibles. Cuando uno crece se da cuenta de todo lo que no se puede desear porque es algo prohibido, pecaminoso. Indecente.

for some reason, he didn't want her to look back at him with rejection or reciprocal challenge. He definitely didn't want her to look at him as if she was mentally gauging her ability to kill him to defend herself. He wanted her to look at him like she looked at his chocolate, as if she was absorbing strength and happiness. And was in no hurry to leave it. It turned his heart all funny to think of being looked at by her that way.

The wings and the golden weather and the tang of frost in the mornings made Laura want to go somewhere. She did not know where. She wanted only to go.

The days never have been long enough to do the things I would like to do. Every year has held more of interest than the year before." . . .

Almanzo knew that in the whole world there was nothing so beautiful, so fascinating, as beautiful horses. When he thought that it would be years and years before he could have a little colt to teach and take care of, he could hardly bear it.

but I'd hate to want 'em and not have 'em." "Oh what is it? What is it?" Laura asked, jumping up

Almanzo could only look longingly at the eager three-year-olds. He just touched their velvety noses, and then he went quickly away from them, and put on his barn frock over his good school-clothes.

They did not gather thickly any more on Silver Lake. Only a few very tired flocks settled late after sunset in the sloughs and rose to the sky again before the sun rose. Wild birds did not like the town full of people, and neither did Laura. She thought, "I would rather be out on the prairie with the grass and the birds and Pa's fiddle. Yes, even with wolves! I would rather be anywhere than in this muddy, cluttered, noisy town, crowded by strange people." And she said