Quotes About Yearning

Conrad was the older one, by a year and a half. He was dark, dark, dark. Completely unattainable, unavailable. He had a smirky kind of mouth, and I always found myself staring at it. Smirky mouths make you want to kiss them, to smooth them out and kiss the smirkiness away. Or maybe not away… but you want to control it somehow. Make it yours. It was exactly what I wanted to do with Conrad. Make him mine.

When I was near her, I just wanted to grab her and hold her and kiss the shit out of her.

What it must be like, to have a boy like you so much he cries for you?

Quería a Conrad y probablemente siempre sería así. Me pasaría la vida entera amándolo, de una forma u otra. Puede que me acabara casando, que tuviese una familia, pero no importaría, porque una parte de mi corazón, la parte donde residía el verano, siempre pertenecería a Conrad [...] ¿Cómo hacerle entender que también había un trozo guardado para él? Fue el primer chico en decirme que era bonita.

To belong to someone--I didn't know it, but now that I think about, it seems like that's all I've ever wanted. To really be somebody's, and to have them be mine.

I want someone else. It feels strange to have spent so much time wishing for something, for someone, and then one day, suddenly, to just stop.

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 slips out of your hands, and then you're just clutching air and grit. That's why can't save them up like that.

The old pull, the tide drawing me back in. I kept getting caught in this current—first love, I mean. First love kept making me come back to this, to him. He still took my breath away, just being near him. I had been lying to myself the night before, thinking I was free, thinking I had let him go. It didn't matter what he said or did, I'd never let him go.

Suddenly I was struck with the strangest sensation, of wanting, needing, to reach out and touch his cheek with the back of my hand. So he would know, so he would feel exactly how much those words meant to me. Because sometimes words were so pitifully inadequate, and I knew that, but I had to try anyway.

I wish I could come with you." Kitty pouts. "You're nicer than Lara Jean.

Y hagas lo que hagas, por mucho que lo intentes, no puedes dejar de soñar.

Tell me what your wish is," he urges. "Wish for anything, and I'll give it to you, Lara Jean.

I do know I can't get his Handsome Boy face out of my mind. The way he smirks when he says my name, how when he's near me I forget to breathe sometimes.

I don't want it to be like that with Peter. The farawayness of old feelings, like even when you try with all your might, you can barely make out his face when you close your eyes. No matter what, I always want to remember his face.

You know that old movie you made me watch, where the poor kid was standing outside with his nose pressed to the glass? That's how I felt.' / 'That old movie' he's referring to is Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, when Charlie is watching all the kids go hog wild at the candy store but he can't go inside because he doesn't have any money.

Tu sais ce que ça fait, d'aimer quelqu'un à un point presque insupportable, tout en sachant que la personne en question t'aimera jamais ? Probablement pas. Les garçons comme toi n'ont pas ce genre de problèmes.

My whole body ached. I opened all the windows in my room and lay in the dark, just listening to the ocean. I wished the tide would carry me out and never bring me back.

What is it with girls and rain?

Funny how when you're married all you want is to be anonymous to each other again, but when you're anonymous all you want is to be married and reading together in bed.

We stayed at a cheap hotel that had a view out the window more beautiful than anything I'd ever seen. The water was wickedly blue. A cliff of dark rock jutted out of the sea. I wanted to cry because I was sure I would never get to be in such a place again.

I'm starting to miss him. The warm hum of his body next to me in bed. Certain little jokes and kindnesses. A kind of credit or goodwill, extended and extended again and again whether or not you deserve it.

Funny how when you're married all you want is to be anonymous to each other again, but when you're anonymous all you want is to be married and reading together in bed.

All she wants now is to go somewhere quiet and dark, she says.

Aquel chico era tan guapo que lo miraba mientras dormía. Si tuviera que resumir lo que hizo conmigo, diría lo siguiente: hizo que yo me pusiera a cantar todas la canciones malas que sonaban en la radio. Mientras me quiso y cuando dejó de hacerlo.