Quotes About Yearning

I want to stay on the back porch while the world tilts toward sleep, until what I love misses me, and calls me in.

He was so stark and male and beautiful that she hungered for him. Physically, to be sure. But also from someplace even more intimate, someplace where heart and soul melded into a yearning so strong, that she wanted to weep from it.

None of you [men] ask for anything—except everything, but just for so long as you need it.

How boring these emotions are that we're caught in and can't get free of, no matter how much we want to...

Loneliness, she thought, was craving for other people's company. But she did not know that loneliness can be an unnoticed cramping of the spirit for lack of companionship.

I did things I did not understand for reasons I could not begin to explain just to be in motion, to be trying to do something, change something in a world I wanted desperately to make over but could not imagine for myself.

The desperate need to be alone with Laurel, to force truth from her, began hammering against his temples until he wanted to cry out from the pain of it.

showered, hating the sound of the rushing water; shaved, hating the buzz of the razor. He dressed quickly, not caring what he put on. He had no plan, only to get out of this room, to get away from the unremembered shape of his dreams.

While he was thinking of her, the bus had bumbled away and she was crossing the slant intersection, coming directly towards him. Not to him; she didn't know he was there in the high foggy dark. He saw her face again as she passed under the yellow fog light, saw that she didn't like the darkness and fog and loneness. She started down the California Incline; he could hear her heels striking hard on the warped pavement as if the sound brought her some reassurance.

He couldn't make her understand that. She'd not been educated beyond simple words. To her the most bitter cup was to be cut away from life. To lose this amber hair, this crimson mouth, this molten flesh; to receive in its place the cold ash of oblivion. He repeated, "There's worse things. There's wishing you could die. There's wishing you could close your eyes and your memory forever.

For an hour, blended with all she could offer, something noble had been created which had nothing to do with the physical world. And from the turn of his throat, the warmth of his hair, the strong, slender sinews of his hands, something further; which had. Though she combed the earth and searched through the smoke of the galaxies there was no being she wanted but this, who was not and should not be for Philippa Somerville.

Could it possibly be that he yearned for some of the same things she yearned for? Love. Someone to call your own. Someone to share the joys and the sorrows of life.

It was the thought of him that I had problems with, I realised. The reality was really rather desirable.

He seems to have become a part of my life and I'm disappointed if I don't see him. If I get to the end of the day without seeing someone who reminds me of him, I feel as if a dull shadow has fallen over me.

Where's the man could ease a heart Like a satin gown?

They sicken of the calm that know the storm.

They sicken of the calm who know the storm.

To be possessed is an admirable reason for possessing.

In Zen training the hungry ghost realm ... presents as the attempt to "get" emptiness. "I needed so much to have nothing to touch," sings Leonard Cohen, "I've always been greedy this way.

Everybody past a certain age, regardless of how they look on the outside, pretty much constantly dreams of being able to escape from their lives.

You don't understand,' I said. 'I need to be with her. With every fibre of my being I ache for her. I'm in love.' 'I do understand,' said Zoran. 'It was same for me with Mrs Zoran when I first meet her. But the feeling goes away after few hours.

We all crave latitude in life, yet simultaneously dig ourselves deeper into domestic entrapment. We may dream of traveling light but accumulate as much as we can to keep us burdened and rooted to one spot.

And yet there she was. The possible felicitous future. The hope we all crave. Can we do this? Can we somehow find a way of making each other happy? And, in turn, remind ourselves: we are not alone in the dark. It's what we all want. Isn't it?

the perennial outsider with his nose to the window, looking in on a world from which he felt excluded.