Quotes About Yearning

I idly wished for something else, for any situation that was neither this forsaken chamber nor the tenseness of Burrich's room. For a restfulness that perhaps I had once known somewhere else but could no longer recall. And so I drowsed into oblivion.

I think there is in the heart of a man a place made for wonder. It sleeps inside, awaiting fulfillment. All one's life, one gathers treasures to fill it.

Despite their efforts to keep me from her, I saw Molly everywhere. Oh, not her person, no, but in the scent of the fat bayberry candle burning so sweetly, in the cloak left draped over a chair, even the honey in the honey cakes tasted of Molly to me.

What are you thinking about?" Tassin asked. She spoke so softly that I replied without thinking, still staring into the fire. "That sometimes it only makes one more lonely to know that somewhere else, one's friends and family are well.

I wish I was here, or I wish I was there...' In our age of global travel we are all potential heirs to the simile of Hera's flight.

Sistine, I sincerely wish to fuck you.

For men love what they cannot have, and hate what they cannot control.

Oh love how can we not be together?' Romeo cried. "Without the sight of you every day, the smell, the taste of you, I would wither away. My blood would turn to powder in my veins. And you? Have you not found in me a mirror for your soul? When you look at me, when we speak, touch, do you not see who you really are? I dare you to deny that in my presence you love yourself better. I know this is true, for I love myself better in yours.

Harry] had always suffered from a vague restlessness, a longing for adventure that she told herself severely was the result of reading too many novels when she was a small child.

there remained a strange formality between them, and her pleasure in his presence felt too much like missing him had felt during the last week.

The conversation he'd been waiting years for. Quite possibly his entire life for.

She wished she could pitch a tent among the stars and wait for God. That way she'd be even closer to hearing the answers when he finally whispered them in her ear.

It was an architecture of relationships, of connections that I yearned to understand. I wanted to see the shimmering threads that hold it all together.

Stolen children. Lost bonds.

tricks us into believing that belongings will fill our hunger, when it is belonging that we crave

I've changed my ways a little, I cannot now Run with you in the evenings along the shore, Except in a kind of dream, and you, if you dream a moment, You see me there.

I have heard the summer dust crying to be born.

Did you miss me?' "A little bit," she said with a shrug. "You have tears running down your cheeks," he said with a grin. "I think you missed me more than a little.

He reached out and lightly touched her hair. There's no way, he thought. I'm sunk. And my heart hasn't beat the same since she walked into town.

Until meeting you, I wasn't looking for anything at all. Since meeting you, I'm kind of looking for a girlfriend.

but when I got down to it, I was doomed without her. She's the breath in me.

She had become the answer to prayers he hadn't known he whispered.

Oh, God, please

Because that's the thing with getting what you want: all that yearning and dreaming and fantasizing leaves a great big hole that can only be filled with more yearning and dreaming and fantasizing.