Quotes About Yearning

In the Proustian scheme, it is impossible to love someone physically.

We base our fall into love upon insufficient material, and supplement our ignorance with desire.

for lack of what is found there.

we cannot help but ask what comes of all of this Ã¢â'¬Â¦ there is nothing to show but the satisfaction of hunger and sexual passion, and Ã¢â'¬Â¦ a little momentary gratification Ã¢â'¬Â¦ now and then, between Ã¢â'¬Â¦ endless needs and exertions.

Los hombres muchas veces desean el amor sin conseguirlo; buscan su propia ruina sin ser capaces de alcanzarla y de alguna manera, se ven forzados a permanecer libres en contra de su voluntad.

Because we always lack more than we have, and because there are always more people who don't invite us than who do.

In these small things she felt his absence, not his presence

She would have given anything, any number of days of her life, just to hear Sarah call her "Little Miss Shoe.

After dinner she liked to linger in the aft lounge on "A" deck, listening to music and watching couples swing dancing. She would have given all the rest of her life to be on that dance floor with Kenji, feeling his arms around her as he held her close, followed by a long walk in the moonlight with nothing but ocean and freedom in every direction.

And sometimes—as on the morning of April 1, 1946—she would dream again of being

If God puts yearning in your heart, that same God will give you the guidance and means to fulfill it.

SHE NEEDED HIM. AND HE WAS NOWHERE TO BE FOUND. (P:7)

You've been so lonely, he murmured as he searched for what he needed. So afraid to leave. A thin smile crossed his face. At night, desperate to sleep, you'd imagine an ocean. I can see it . . . I can see the island.

We are afflicted with a darkness of the soul and fall in love with our pain.

He was an animal, that great thing for someone else to be.

He seemed to fade pretty quickly. He found himself yearning to know of their affairs, their successes, the novels and the new ideas that the few who remembered him might say he never knew, he never lived to find out.

O western wind, when wilt thou blow That the small rain down can rain? Christ, that my love were in my arms And I in my bed again!

He feels himself falling. He wants to spend every minute with her, he wants to possess her, her purity, her body, her mind. She is what he has been waiting for. Now he can live.

A spinster sees the face of the young man who loved her in the mirror of her bedroom, on the ceiling of the bakery, on the surface of the lake, in the sky.

unopened. When her son stands in the night outside her house, she goes to bed early. In the morning, she looks at his photograph, writes adoring letters to a long-defunct address. A spinster sees the face of the young man who loved her in the mirror of her bedroom, on the ceiling of the bakery, on the surface of the lake, in the sky. The

Please, don't go. It's lonely. There's a hole in my head as big as the world and it's so very lonely...

I am tired of this world, these people. I am tired of being caught in the tangle of their lives.

The air grows too warm, too quickly. I want very much for a beautiful woman to hand me a glass of very cold beer. All the atoms in the test chamber are screaming at once. The light. . . the light is taking me to pieces.

Há quanto tempo eu não olhava você dormir? (...) E o que vejo agora é que, embora há anos durma sem mim, longe de mim, CONTRA MIM, continua dormindo com os braços amassados debaixo do travesseiro...