Quotes About Yearning

Am I to bless the lost you, sitting here with my clumsy soul?

Now listen, life is lovely, but I CAN'T LIVE IT. I can't even explain. I know how silly it sounds … but if you knew how it FELT.

To die whole, riddled with nothing but desire for it, is like breakfast after love.

I need someone, aside from pain, to rock me out, away, alone.

Death's a sad bone; bruised, you'd say, and yet she waits for me, year after year, to so delicately undo an old wound

I love you. I wish we were real. — Anne Sexton, from a letter to Brother Dennis Farrell, 28 March 1963, A Self-Portrait in Letters, eds. Linda Gray Sexton and Lois Ames (Houghton Mifflin, 1991)

You must be a poet, a lady of evil luck desiring to be what you are not, longing to be what you can only visit.

I, who was never quite sure about being a girl, needed another life, another image to remind me. And this was my worst guilt; you could not cure nor soothe it. I made you to find me.

Because we need. Because we are sore creatures.

All I wanted was a little piece of life, to be married, to have children. [...] I was trying my damnedest to lead a conventional life, for that was how I was brought up, and it was what my husband wanted of me. But one can't build little white picket fences to keep the nightmares out.

Sometimes the soul takes pictures of things it has wished for, but never seen.

If this were a different time, a different place, I would take you to bed with me and make love to you for days.

You know as well as I do, damn you. Like it or not I seem to have grown a heart. I have absolutely no use for the damned thing, but there it sits, demanding Elinor. I can't live without her.

We imagine that we want to escape our selfish and commonplace existence, but we cling desperately to our chains.

She like imaginary men best of all.

People imagine that missing a loved one works kind of like missing cigarettes,' he said. 'The first day is really hard but the next day is less hard and so forth, easier and easier the longer you go on. But instead it's like missing water. Every day, you notice the person's absence more.

I write because I want more than one life; I insist on a wider selection. It's greed, plain and simple. When my characters join the circus, I'm joining the circus. Although I'm happily married, I spent a great deal of time mentally living with incompatible husbands.

He wanted to leave his mom and her unseeing eyes. He was the invisible boy looking for the place where no one could find him, where he did not have to feel invisible anymore.

She saw signs of another village in the distance—she smelled smoke and saw the faint glow of something like civilization. But there was nothing for her there. She had to go get Jack now, and anyway, she was safer out here with the wolves.

Something rose in Oscar's chest, like a flower blossoming all at once. It grew until it filled him and threatened to spill over everywhere. The words [he] spoke touched a longing so deep Oscar hadn't even known it was there.

What was I waiting for? For signs and miracles, stars on the firmament..?

In the grand and changeful panorama of the Hindu Kush, I miss the young green, the gentle wind, the stirring song of spring. But we do not dictate our dreams, and I didn't dare look back at the receding snowy peaks as I turned onto the plains.

Ver a una mujer: solo por un segundo, solo por el breve lapso de una mirada, para luego volver a perderla, en la oscuridad de un pasillo, tras una puerta que me está vedado abrir...

ese nombre que es más que deseo, que se ha convertido ya en posesión a fuerza de haberlo repetido mil veces.