Quotes About Yearning

when he closed his eyes, the torrent of longing waiting inside was so thick he thought he might drown in it.

But truthfully? Let me tell you what I honestly think. I think, maybe he hasn't even noticed that I'm gone. But. I have.

I wanted to marry wood. I wanted to chew down some two–by–fours, crawl inside a tree, slide elm into my aorta so that every beat of every second was a grand waltz with luck.

Now she and the widow had something in common, though loss did not pass from one person to another like a baton. It just formed a bigger and bigger pool of carriers. And she thought, scratching the coarseness of the horses's mane, it did not leave, once lodged, did it? It simply changed form, and asked repeatedly for attention and care as each year revealed a new knot to cry out and consider, smaller, sure, but never gone...Out of my body, these beautiful monsters.

My dove my little one tonight there will be wine and drunken suitors from the logging camps to pin you down in the outlying lands of sleep where all roads lead back to the home-village and water may be walked on)

The most attractive are not those who allow us to kiss them at once [we soon feel ungrateful] or those who never allow us to kiss them [we soon forget them], but those who coyly lead us between the two extremes.

The telephone becomes an instrument of torture in the demonic hands of a beloved who doesn't call.

The longing for destiny is nowhere stronger than in our romantic life.

What we find exotic abroad may be what we hunger for in vain at home.

Beauty, then, is a fragment of the divine, and the sight of it saddens us by evoking our sense of loss and our yearning for the life denied us.

We fall in love because we long to escape from ourselves with someone as ideal as we are corrupt.

The arrogance of wanting to be loved had emerged only now it was unreciprocated—I was left alone with my desire, defenseless, beyond the law, shockingly crude in my demands: Love me! And for what reason? I had only the usual paltry, insufficient excuse: Because I love you . .

The twenty-four-hour diner, the station waiting room and the motel are sanctuaries for those who have, for noble reasons, failed to find a home in the ordinary world, sanctuaries for those whom Baudelaire might have dignified with the honorific 'poets'.

What we find beautiful and what we see as attractive are indicators of what we crave in order to become properly 'whole'.

Men often want to love, without managing to do so: they seek their own ruin without being able to attain it, and, if I can put it thus, they are forced against their will to remain free.

The most attractive are not those who allow us to kiss them at once (we soon feel ungrateful) or those who never allow us to kiss them (we soon forget them), but those who know how to carefully administer varied doses of hope and despair.

Doyurulmay? bekleyen gereksinimler kimi zaman halüsinasyonlar doÄŸurur: Susuzluk suyu hayal eder, aÅŸka duyulan gereksinim de ideal bir erkek ya da kad?n?.

The longing for company may be no less powerful or irresponsible in its effects than the sexual motive once was.

If prostitutes ... attract us so little, it is not because they are less beautiful than other women, but because they are ready and waiting; because they already offer us precisely what we seek to attain.

Beneath many erotic triggers lie symbolic solutions to some of our greatest fears, and poignant allusions to our yearnings for friendship and understanding.

Vân?m oameni cu care viaÈ›a e mai palpitant?, iar asta nu doar din convingerea c? ne aÈ™teapt? o existen?? mai armonioas?, ci din sentimentul inconÈ™tient c? tiparele frust?rii unui asemenea om ni se vor p?rea reconfortant mai familiare.

Real desire lacks articulacy.

Because in resolving our need to love, we do not always succeed in resolving our need to long.

If the fall into love happened so rapidly, is it perhaps because the wish to love has preceded the beloved? The need invented the solution. The appearance of the beloved is only the second stage of a prior but largely unconscious need to love someone.