Quotes About Yearning

The more extreme and the more expressed that passion is, the more unbearable does life seem without it. It reminds us that if passion dies or is denied, we are partly dead.

There is an ache in my heart for the imagined beauty of a life I haven't had, from which I had been locked out, and it never goes away.

Don't you want to know where I'd go if I could?" Not really, I think. "Where would you go if you could go anywhere?" It comes out bitchier than I mean for it to. He leans forward over the handlebars, eyes on me. "I'd go to Hoosier Hill with a beautiful girl." A

I want her to say my name because then I'll know it's okay and I haven't just lost her forever. But she doesn't, and I can feel a cold, dark feeling growing in the pit of my stomach—every bit as cold and dark as the water

For a second, I think he's going to kiss me. For a second, I want him to.

We tread water, looking at each other, and suddenly there's not enough water in the world to clean away my dirty thoughts. She

My hand feels cold without his.

Bugün de olmaz," diye m?r?ldand?m. "Çünkü bana gülümsedi.

I want to lean in and get a whiff of him and rest my head on his shoulder or maybe make out with his neck.

I like the idea of something that can give you those feelings all the time. I want something that can give you those feelings all the time. I want something like that, and then I look at Violet and think: There she is.

I have this feeling, ever since April, like I'm waiting for something. But I have no idea what.

I like the idea of something that can give you those feelings all the time.

I close the doors and yank off my sweater, and she pulls off her shirt, and I say, "You are driving me crazy. You have been driving me crazy for weeks." My

Me trying to concentrate on college, on life, when all I'm doing is thinking about him.

But tonight I'm telling myself I don't have anything in common with this Violet girl, no matter how much I want to, and asking myself if the words between us were really that hot or if maybe it was just me imagining, me in overdrive for a girl I barely know, all because she's the first person I've met who seems to speak my language. A few words of it anyway.

I remember how she looked at me the same way even when I wasn't.

I like the idea of something that can give you those feelings all the time. I want something like that, and then I look at Violet and think: There she is.

E' come se dentro me ci fosse una creatura incazzata che scalpita per uscire. Sono anni che mi cresce dentro e ormai occupa tutto lo spazio, mi preme sui polmoni, sul petto, sulla gola. Io faccio di tutto per ricacciarla indietro. Non voglio farla uscire. Non posso farla uscire". "Raccontami di un giorno perfetto

top 2 things i miss about libby by jack masselin 1. the way i feel when i'm with her. like i just swallowed the sun and it's shooting out of every pore 2. everything.

All of our longings are trapped in circles where there is no beginning and no end.

In that instant Marian was swept up by the need to touch him, to reach out and press flesh to flesh, finger to finger; to close her hand on his arm so she could feel the warmth and vigor beneath the tunic sleeve. She wanted to know without question he was living, breathing, and hers.

When you're missing a peice of yourself, aching, gut wrenching emptiness begins to take over. Until you find the link that completes your very soul, the feeling will never go away. Most people find a way to fill this void, material possessions, a string of relationships, affairs, food...I bear my soul, with words, for all to see.

She just wanted to go home. And not home to the farmhouse where all the ghosts lived, but home to Tai, and to an earlier time, when raising Eli was a no-brainer. Easy. As easy as raising an infant.

Is it better to have had a good thing and lost it, or never to have had it?