Quotes About Yearning

She was smiling. And it's all I ever wanted.

I miss the way you got me high by that deadly hypnotizing smile.

We smile but I want more. I want her to hug me.

She had waited all her life for something, and it had killed her when it found her.

I wanted to drown inside a woman in the feeling and drooling of the love I could give her. I wanted her pulse to crush me with its intensity. That's what I wanted.

There was sex, of course. Nakedness. Wall to wall, in and out of my thoughts. But when it was over it was her whispering voice I craved, and a human curled up in my arms.

And the enticement to seek a rose without thorns is never far away and always difficult to resist.

El anhelo reemplaza al deseo como fuerza motivadora del consumo.

el amor es el anhelo de querer y preservar el objeto querido.

Life has been so meagre, so insipid, so intolerably dull to eager and high-spirited souls!

Humans... You want a nice warm hug from a cold, indifferent universe.

I am nothing more than a little boy inside That cries out for attention yet I always try to hide.

For art is about desire, is it not, and never its consummation?

You abandon yourself, then start looking for satisfaction. You

I've pressed so far away from my desire that if you asked me what I want I would, accepting the harmonious completion of the drift, say annihilation, probably.

I feel like a tent that wants to be a kite, tugging at my stakes.

What is this longing, she will want to ask. This troubling feeling of more to come. You can make something out of it, I want to tell her. But that's what her life is for.

was between lives. "What is it?" I asked. "What is it we are longing for?" He thought a minute and said, "There isn't any it. There is just the longing for it." This sounded exactly right. Years later and a little wiser, I know what the longing was for: here is where I belong.

A longing for things material is an instrument by which one may approach the love of God; even through coarse desires one may come to love the Creator.

It is not we who long for a day of rest, but the Sabbath spirit that is lonely and longs for us.

When I kissed Havah at that moment I felt hundreds of windows fly open inside my heart. It made me wish that I had never kissed anyone else.

We don't know that we've lost half a minute from our lives but we feel it somehow, we feel its absence. Something is missing, we think. And so we long for the thing we've missed and can't name, and out of that wanting - well, everything else rises, good and bad. What do you think leads us to the windows in the first place? The light in your eyes shines because of the longing in your soul. And the longing in your souls rises because you are looking for the lost half minute.

miss someone is not just word it is more than word it is like when u want ur love to be with u every moment

When we wants to do something but cannot, that is when we think. When our consciousness awakes up and stretches its arms. That is when we imagine, and plan, and dream about the undone thing.