Quotes About Yearning

He keeps touching my arm, this guy. Sometimes your heart runs away with someone and all it takes is a bandanna on a stick.

I never liked to hear the doorbell ring. None of the people I liked ever turned up that way.

They say when you're lonely you start to lose words.

Sometimes your heart runs away with someone and all it takes is a bandana on a stick.

What's keeping you here?" he says. Please, I think, but no, I can't even look at him. All these people. I have so many people, you wouldn't believe it.

Sometimes your heart runs away with someone and all it takes is a bandanna on a stick.

My love for her seemed doomed, hopelessly unrequited. There should be songs for this, I thought, but if there were I didn't know them.

My brother told me once that he missed drugs because they made the world stop calling to him.

would give it up for her, everything, the hours alone, the radiant book, the postage stamp in my likeness, but only if she would consent to lie quietly with me until she is eighteen. If she would lie quietly with me, if I could bury my face in her hair, yes, then yes, uncle.

Sometimes on the subway platform I still sway, imagining her in my arms.

Some nights in bed the wife can feel herself floating up towards the ceiling. Help me, she thinks, help me, but he sleeps and sleeps.

The only love that feels like love is the doomed kind. (Fun fact.)

But Wishing is addictive.

I'd rather be with you than be with me and something's wrong with that.

And I have always loved you, and if it sometimes seems to me that it is only now that I really love you since we have met again, it is not true, however great my love may be, for I have always loved you, I have always loved you. And if it should happen now that you would become mine- you cannot imagine what that would mean to me, if you, who were taken from me for so many years, were to come back.

I know there's something about me you want. I can tell. You go all rigid when I'm around." "Let's do it. Right now. Take off the masks. No Secret." "What is your relationship to the Falcone crime organization?" "Happy Valentine's Day. Your Loss.

For a man who could have anything he wanted... why do I have the sense that you rarely get what you want?

I think it's because, in our complicated lives, we yearn only for the simple. An evening in front of the telly. A nice sit-down. A game of cards. At a drinks party, I can find myself talking to a fascinating and beautiful woman who's just written a book about something interesting and clever. But what I yearn for is to be in the pub with my mates.

Hope is a most beautiful drug.

Hey, it's not like I was saving myself for the day you had a body again, so don't get excited." "Too late." He curved his fingers around my jaw and kissed me, hard enough to turn my limbs to liquid fire.

He whispered against my mouth. "Wait for me, Aura.

Zachary leaned in, and I thought he was going to kiss me. Instead he pressed his cheek to mine and held it there. It felt more intimate than a kiss.

With my eyes closed and my memories open, I could almost feel his hands and mouth on my skin.

Logan was close enough for me to touch, to smell, to feel his breath on my forehead. Close enough to kiss. If only he were alive.