Quotes About Yearning

The lover's fatal identity is precisely: I am the one who waits.

Every contact, for the lover, raises the question of an answer: the skin is asked to reply.

One writes with one's desire, and I am not through desiring.

We need the possibility of escape as surely as we need hope;

A romantic striving for an impossible ideal.

and I'll know that this is what you live for - to hear someone say. Let's go home, to hear someone you love call your name.

And Josh wanted to tell her what he knew: that love might look like a shore but turn out to be a desert island, where you roamed alone, talking to yourself, trying to crack open coconuts with your shoe. So thirsty you drank the salt water. So hungry you ate the sand.

You like being in love with someone who's not going to love you back." She opened her eyes. He looked at her. "Why would I like that?" she asked. He shrugged. "I don't know.

They say there's peace if you can relinquish desire. For me desire's absence has only ever left a dull persistent ache.

I'd lost something I never knew I'd had.

fiction started up, and we started burning brain cells on stories about things that didn't happen to people who didn't exist. Why? The only answer can be that humans deeply, deeply desired it.

We tore each other's clothes off like they were on fire. She was gorgeous. Firm and strong and a shape like a dream. Skin like silk. She pulled me to the floor through bars of hot sunlight from the window. It was frantic. We were rolling and nothing could have stopped us. It was like the end of the world. We shuddered to a stop and lay gasping. We were bathed in sweat. Totally spent.

At that moment I knew I would miss her forever. I felt empty. I had lost something I never knew I had.

A small, sad smile spread across the woman's face. "I would love to go visit Dendoncker. Believe me. I'd be there in a heartbeat. But we can't. It's impossible." "No such thing as impossible. Just inadequate preparation.

He said, "Come back," a little louder. She straightened up. He got the impression she was about to puke. He didn't want that. Not all over his good clothes. But he licked her ear one more time

G. K. Chesterton once said of Charles Dickens, "Dickens didn't write what people wanted. Dickens wanted what people wanted.

He really was perfect. If only he was perfect for me.

I'm just a-- I looked at Yoshiro. An unimpressive girl who doesn't want to battle ghosts and kill wraiths. There's only three things I want. To find my family. Dispel Neos. And to-- I stopped suddenly, and didn't know where to look. Yes? Yoshiro said. The third thing? To be with me, Bennett said.

But I would do it all again, every bit of it, I would lose him again just to have him again for an hour, for a minute, for even a second. I would do it all again just to see his face.

To much has happened too fast Dear Diary. What I want is for nothing to happen at all. I don't even want good things anymore. I just want nothing.

If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world.

From my first breath in this world, all I wanted was a good set of lungs and air to fill them with... p 1

My weary old ground was broken and watered, and what sprang up was a generalized longing.

And who doesn't long for the door in the air.