Quotes About Yearning

I don't want to be afraid anymore. I want to be brace. I want....life to start happening. I want to fall in love and I want a boy to fall in love with me back.

That story made me feel like I knew you at least a little bit. But I don't know you, and I wish I did.

He looks at me like he's waiting for something, and suddenly I'm afraid to give it.

I cannot believe that John Ambrose McClaren read that letter. I didn't remember it to be so...naked. With so much...yearning. God, why do I have to be a person who yearns so much?

What would that have felt like, to have a boy do something like that for me? In the whole history of my letters, of my liking boys, not once has a boy liked me back at the same time as I liked him. It was always me alone, longing after a boy, and that was fine, that was safe. But this is new. Or old. Old and new, because it's the first time I'm hearing it.

Do you know what it's like to like someone so much you can't stand it and you know that they'll never feel the same way? Probably not. People like you don't have to suffer through those kinds of things.

All I know is that every minute without him feels interminably long, like I'm waiting, just waiting for him to come back to me.

I feel a sense of yearning for the man I may never get to meet.

I didn't fully comprehend what a big part of my life he'd become. He'd become so...familiar to me. And now he's just gone. Not gone, still here, just not available to me, which might be even worse.

Tu sais ce que ça fait, d'aimer quelqu'un à un point presque insupportable, tout en sachant que la personne en question ne t'aimera pas

When someone's been gone a long time, at first you save up all the things you want to tell them. You try to keep track of everything in your head. But it's like trying to hold on to a fistful of sand: all the little bits slip out of your hands, and then you're just clutching air and grit. That's why you can't save it all up like that.

Over his shoulder Conrad said, "Good night, Belly." And that was it. I was in love.

Je ne pensais pas que quelqu'un pouvait vous manquer encore plus douloureusement en étant assis à deux pas de vous. Peut-être parce qu'il ne me regarde pas, pas une seule fois.

Do you know what it's like to like someone so much you can't stand it and know that they'll never feel the same way? Probably not. People like you don't have to suffer through those kinds of things.

This is the moment I realise I don't love him, that I haven't for a while. That maybe I never did. Because he's right there for the taking; I could make him mine. But I don't want him. I want someone else.

Belly, your voice makes me want to run this car into the ocean.

and I'm already longing for him the way I long for Christmas in July.

They made me wish I had someone to whisper to in the backseat.

was afraid my love for him and my need for him to say yes would be written on my face like a poem.

I didn't fully comprehend what a big part of my life he'd become. He'd become so... familiar to me. And not he's just gone. Not gone, still here, just not available to me, which might be even worse.

How did I tell him that there was a piece saved for him, too?

Me ponía tan difícil el no quererle. Cuando era tan dulce, rememoraba el porqué. Por qué le había amado, quiero decir. Me acordaba de todo.

I want to see his name all fancy in calligraphy.

Porque la verdad era que cuando miraba a Conrad lo único que sentía era un anhelo que nunca desaparecía. El mismo de siempre.