Quotes About Yearning

For four years she'd subsisted on memories of this—his voice, his face, the sound of his breath and his heartbeat. She felt him like a leaf feels the sun, like a magnet feels metal.

Dear Elliot, I know. When will I see you again? Yours, Kai

Kai would leave. He'd see the stars. And Elliott would remain, and work the farm, and silence any voice in her heart that screamed for more.

Her lips parted. Vaughn nearly died on the spot. He pulled her in. The guitar strummed its protest. Neither of them cared. She had her hand on his neck, the side of her thumb notched under his jaw, forefinger tips pressing into the nape of his neck as if saying, closer, more. He shoved the guitar to the floor, and it clattered against the wood. She broke away, panting. 'Oops.

But right then, one room away, there were people in love, and I'd never felt so alone in my life.

He stared at her, unable to think of whole words. Orchid's mouth was wet and swollen, and he had done that. 'That was -' she smoothed her hair. 'That was -' Amazing. A long time coming. Something she wanted to do again, Dr. Bown be damned. 'Really nice.' Oh, no. he'd sucked at it. Nice? He could already hear all of her laughing.

even though I couldn't have him or touch him or talk to him or even look into his eyes. I needed his presence. I needed him close by. I

I had the feeling if I hadn't been there

Sometimes she dreamed about him. They were good dreams......Some days she could barely remember what he looked like. Other days, she found him in the face of every man she saw.

Um vislumbre doloroso do homem que ainda amava era melhor do que nenhum vislumbre

When I was a child, books were everything. And so there is in me, always, a nostalgic, yearning for the lost pleasure of books. It is not a yearning that one ever expects to be fulfilled.

Women, myself, we need to love a beast, to feel that it could transcend itself for love, for us, for beauty.

Oh God, let me not be cured of love, but let my passion grow! Let me love for love's sake!

My dear, my dearest dust; I come, I come.

Bee had never been so hungry in her life. Oh, she'd been hungry plenty of times. Stomach-growling, eat-a-big-meal hungry. But this was different.

Deseo antiguo, deseo reciente, ambos sin saciar y que seguramente no saldrían del ámbito de la obsesión.

L'avait-elle déjà fait, d'ailleurs ? Il y a en elle quelque chose de totalement virginal : une liberté rêche, une intransigeance rêveuse, une mélancolie sans prise.

No one has yet believed in God and the kingdom of God, no one has yet heard about the realm of the resurrected, and not been homesick from that hour, waiting and looking forward joyfully to being released from bodily existence.

Che triste sbaglio, pensò Drogo, forse tutto è così, crediamo che attorno ci siano creature simili a noi e invece non c'è che gelo, pietre che parlano una lingua straniera, stiamo per salutare l'amico ma il braccio ricade inerte, il sorriso si spegne, perché ci accorgiamo di essere completamente soli. [Il deserto dei Tartari]

Un po' più in là della tua solitudine, c'è la persona che ami

A common little song has died and left me here with a heart in pain and sent me wandering lovelessly to deposit my heart at every door: with her who was never born yet died and left to me a loveless heart: and yet carries off my heart in pain: to deposit my heart at every door.

I hate the past and for that matter the present

Il tempo non è abbastanza lungo! [...] Non è abbastanza lungo per una vita che faccia dimenticare le sue notti.»

but this is another love—it goes everywhere; there is no place for it to stop—it rots me away.