Quotes About Yearning

What do you miss about being alive? The sound of my mom singing, a little off-key. The way my dad went to all my swim meets and I could hear his whistle when my head was underwater, even if he did yell at me afterward for not trying harder. I miss going to the library. I miss the smell of clothes fresh out of the dryer. I miss diving off the highest board and nailing the landing. I miss waffles - p. 272.

I'm angry that I starved my brain and that I sat shivering in my bed at night instead of dancing or reading poetry or eating icecream or kissing a boy or maybe a girl...

I sit at a table close to his desk. Ivy is in this class. She sits by the door. I keep staring at her, trying to make her look at me. That happens in movies--people can feel it when oother people stare at them and they just have to turn around and say something. Either Ivy has a great force field, or my lazer vision isn't very strong....

The merry-go-round is spinning too fast. I want to get off. I want to close my eyes, or just blink.

the mouth they want to eat with, smile with, sing with, paint with glitter, lip- stick, and stain with grape popsicles or wine from a dark sea, a mouth to whisper with love, to open wide and swallow what love offers, hungry always for more.

They were coming, on wings from far away, all the pictures and voices, smells, tastes, all the everything from the past was flying toward me as fast as it could.

Hurry up," Gracie called after him. "I want to talk to dead people.

How could he have known? How could he know my body better than I did myself? How could he foresee that a thumbnail run up my spine would—) "By God," he murmured throatily into my hair. "I've wanted to do that since the moment I laid eyes upon you.

It was still there, a low-grade fever in the blood, an itch somewhere down beneath the skin, where you couldn't scratch it.

And was there anything on earth as dangerous as getting everything you ever wanted? As

she sounded like Lizbeth Scott in those Bogart movies. I've always wished I had a voice

It is hard to fight with one's heart's desires; whatever it wishes to get, it purchases at the cost of the soul.

I am just a refugee from the long slow toothache of English life. It is terrible to love life so much you can hardly breathe!

People only see in us the contemptible skirt-fever which rules our actions but completely miss the beauty-hunger underlying it.

Whatever the heart desires, it purchases at the cost of soul

And I saw her as a sad thirtieth child of Valentine that fell, not as Lucifer rebelling against God, but because she too passionately wanted to be united with him! All things in excess become sin.

Cuesta mucho luchar contra el deseo del corazón; todo lo que quiere obtener, lo compra al precio del alma.

Its women shall be the voluptuaries not of pleasure but of pain, doomed to hunt for what they least dare to find.

How do you spell love in Alexandria?' he said at last, softly. 'That is the question. Sleeplessness, loneliness, bonheur, chagrin -- I do not want to harm or annoy her, but I feel that somehow, somewhere, she must need me as I need her.

There is no wilderness. There is only our inability to fill the emptiness in which we live.

I miss the comfort in being sad.

Maybe I'm sad about wanting you. I'm not too comfortable with wanting someone.

Never shall my sad eyes again behold Those pleasures which my thoughts did then unfold.

Part of me aches at the thought of her being so close yet so untouchable.