Quotes About Yearning

Secretly she envied those who went out and about, while she remained in the grip of her sentences.

I wanted, more than anything, a chance to be simple, once again, as I was meant to be, and as I had been long ago, a long, long time ago.

I have been aware of a boredom, a restlessness, that no ordinary friendship can satisfy: only and extraordinary one.

She wished he were here. In such a short time he had become all-important to her. Thoughts of him filled her waking hours, and her sleep was dotted with dreams of him.

Although it was shadowy and dark, Bim could see as well as by the clear light of day that she felt only love and yearning for them all, and if there were hurts, these gashes in her side that bled, then it was only because her love was imperfect and did not encompass them thoroughly enough, and because it had flaws and inadequacies and did not extend to all equally.

I'd like to know what you want out of life." "I don't know what I want anymore." I toyed with the delicate lace on my pillowcase, wishing that lovely things didn't have to be so fragile.

Daba Hua Tha Jo Mere Seene Mein........ Tujhko Dekha To Dard Ubhra ....... Kisi Bhi Marham Se Bhar Na Paya Teri Judai Ka Zakham Gahra........... Seene Mein Pyar Machalta Hai ... Aakhon Se Dard Chhalakta Hai .... Saahil Ki Tarah Kaatein Mujhko Chahat Ki Har Lahar...

Tujhe Pata Kya Ke Mere Dil Me......... Hai Teri Khatir Junoon Kitna...... Mei Apne Baare Me Ruk Ke Sochu ........... Nahi Hai Ab To Sukoon Itna.....

The rum and Coke tastes just awful. He wishes he had Susan's plain Coke.

She thought she was independent and strong, but she got one small taste of love and she was hungrier than anyone. She was ravenous.

I find it difficult to sleep. A sort of daydream, perhaps, reliving old times, trying to capture something of her, while there's still a flavour of her in the house. It's real, you know. A perfume. The shampoo she used, I think. Something else I can't pin down. I know it won't last for long.

She thought that if these weren't witnesses, she'd like them as friends; she suddenly felt strangely lonely.

Ramona wasn't at home anywhere. She felt like a spy in life and the ending of every great book and each orgasm, and the sight of every homeless shopping bag lady infected her with a titanic yearning for the world to make an unscheduled stop.

The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.

I always wanted a cheese wheel.

The whole world appears to me like a huge vacuum, a vast empty space, whence nothing desirable, or at least satisfactory, can possibly be derived; and I long daily to die more and more to it; even though I obtain not that comfort from spiritual things which I earnestly desire.

Whenever I was with a woman, I always sort of want another one. So there was always another one. I can't explain this.

If you desire something, you don't have it. It is more interesting than enjoyment, because enjoyment erases the mysteries and the vision of desire. Desire opens up possibilities but never achieves anything, whereas enjoyment is just the brutal achievement of something - and after that, it's done.

Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars.

I've had to whine for everything I've ever really wanted.

Just as in earthly life lovers long for the moment when they are able to breathe forth their love for each other, to let their souls blend in a soft whisper, so the mystic longs for the moment when in prayer he can, as it were, creep into God.

You always want what you can't have, and that all-American thing, from the day I was born, I could never enter that dream. That all-American white culture is something that is inherited instead of attained.

It kills me not to be there, not to be in the White House doing what needs to be done.

The desire to abdicate, to give up - for me, that's primal.