Quotes About Yearning

fancy you since you first took off your coat in this office. I try not to give names to what I feel for you, because I already know it's too much, and I want peace from the shit that love brings in its wake. I want to be alone, and unburdened, and free.

She was tired and miserable and she was saying someone else wanted me, once .

Love never comes but at love's call, And pity asks for him in vain; Because I cannot give you all, You give me nothing back again.

I know not what can ease my pains, Nor what it is I wish; The passion at my heart-strings strains Like a tiger in a leash.

know not what can ease my pains, Nor what it is I wish; The passion at my heart-strings strains Like a tiger in a leash.

he'd wanted to keep a channel of communication open between himself and Charlotte, because he wanted to know she couldn't forget him, any more than he could forget her. It was time to cut that last, thin thread.

of waiting for the soulmate who never arrived, of craving both freedom and love.

If you don't receive love from the ones who are meant to love you, you will never stop looking for it.

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.

If love drove people mad, what would lack of love do?

Standing in the center of the crowd, his solitude was enormous. He felt that in all the vast and frozen space in which he lived his life - every hand needy, every heart wanting something from him - everybody had a reason to be and a place to land. Everybody but him. For him there was nothing. In all the cold and bitter world, there was not a single place for him to sit down.

Every exchange making him feel like an idiot, making him draw his spine up straight and making him fiddle with his hair, and all he wanted to do was to see her naked on the floor. Not brutal, not unkind, enraptured.

She was the beautiful, lethal,insinuating spider he had waited for all his life. She was the final knife in his heart. He opened his heart with gladness.

Ah, love, this is fear. This is fear and syllables and the beginnings of beauty.

Longing, we say, because desire is full of endless distances.

Nostalgia locates desire in the past where it suffers no active conflict and can be yearned toward pleasantly.

She heard melody and harmony and counterpoint; he heard something calling him from far, far away.

I could almost hear my books in the living room, boarded up in their Jefferson bookcases, crying out to me, like someone stuck in an elevator, or a coffin: "Let us out of here. We're suffocating. Let us out. Let us OUT!" And I started to laugh. "I'll be down in a minute," I said.

He knew that he'd known her for less than a week, but now that she was gone he was continually probing his feelings for her, the way he might probe a sore tooth with his tongue, engaging her in imaginary conversations, imagining her saying such delightful things.

You won't know true happiness ... till you give up your heart's desire.

You don't want to walk and talk about Jesus, You just want to see his face. —Keith Richards / Mick Jagger (1972)

sloppy kiss, and then I said, "Someone'll

wondering if he could hear him from the other side. Jess

I made that horn sound like it never had before; I made it cry for all the miles and years that separated them.