Quotes About Yearning

I drink from a small spring, my thirst exceeds the ocean.

I could write a guidebook about this city, this fallen city. Street by street, house by house, church by church. What happened in this building, who was betrayed, and by whom, in this apartment, who waited for whom on this street corner. And why the person never came.

I knew why. I knew I loved you from the moment you barreled out of your house and demanded to help us move in. From the first time you held my hand and led me down to our fort by the cul-de-sac." She sighed. "I loved you every minute of it. And every single time we got close enough that I thought you might love me too, you pulled away.

I wanted to tell her I loved her. I wanted to tell her things would be simple. I wanted to tell her the soft animal of my body wanted only the soft animal of hers. But instead, I let myself succumb to the warmth of her skin and the rhythm of her breath, slipping back into a half-sleep.

I ached and ached, but I didn't know what aching was, so I thought it was love. I wrote her I loved her. I wrote her to love me back. I wrote her I'm sorry. I didn't know what I was sorry for. But I felt it in the swell of my belly, full of apples and regret. Deep and primal. The first feeling I ever learned to name.

When I close my eyes, all I ever see is her face. There is no place or time without her. Where I am doesn't matter when we're apart. All I want is her.

What I wouldn't give to have known my father with my mother in love-together, you know, just the two of them, in the kitchen laughing, making a sandwich, or holding hands on the street, seeing my father open a car door for my other. The absence of those things are what makes you an orphan-it's the ordinary everyday expressions of love you miss.

She savored their conversation, and often, when doing her chores, she remembered the words he said to her and how hopeful he was that she might kiss him again. Now she wished she had. because one kiss is not enough.

I want to be closer to the sky. Closer to the pink moon. And closer to the stars that shine over South Bend, which turn out to be the very same ones that twinkle over Brooklyn.

I was, but I wanted to mom's dress.

They long for shelter and do not ask about boundless horizons. Otherwise they would find themselves going with him on his explosive path.

I don't wanna close my eyes, I don't want to fall asleep cause I miss you and I don't wanna miss a thing.

I know how men in exile feed on dreams of hope.

I know how men in exile feed on dreams.

It is easy to despise what you cannot get

I flipped through their visions, left my number in their sleep. But no one called back. I called all night, called for years, called till their lids began to ring, ten, twenty, two hundred times, and then they went blind on my dreams. Now their eyes don't open. No one picks up the phone.

The moon touched my shoulder and I longed for a vanished love

All night I keep the heart shut I am waiting for a greater madness To declare myself

Waiting for the Revolution can be as agonizing and intoxicating as waiting for one's lover.

My parents sleep like children in the dark I am too far to hear them breathe

Tell me, if you thought a man had a tendresse for you, but he wasn't doing anything about it. And you wanted to hurry him up a little so you made a move, an unmistakable move; one that nobody could pretend had been a misunderstanding. And he - he ignored it - ignored you. What would you feel?

I knew if I ate anything of hers again, it would lkely tell me the same message: help me, I am not happy, help me -- like a message in a bottle sent in each meal to the eater, and I got it. I got the message.

I can't tell you exactly what I'm looking for, but I'll know it when it happens. I want to be breathless and weak, crumpled by the entrance of another person inside my soul. I want to be violated by insight.

but the rest of the evening is nothing but the trembling edges of something I am so tired of feeling and I do not want to feel anymore.