Quotes About Yearning

Mutlu olmam?z için gerekli her ÅŸeye sahibiz, ama mutlu deÄŸiliz. Bir ÅŸey eksik.

the people who ate shadows for breakfast and steam for lunch and vapors for dinner

We have everything we need to be happy, but we aren't happy. Something's missing.

But how are we to give up the very thing we've wanted, no matter if it stays only a day and is gone, making the emptiness emptier, the dark nights darker, the rainy nights wetter? You might as well force the food from our mouths as take this one from us.

He wanted to be seen. He wished to drown me in his need.

So it was the hand that started it all... His hands had been infected, and soon it would be his arms. He could feel the poison working up his wrists and into his elbows and his shoulders, and then the jump-over from shoulder-blade to shoulder-blade like a spark leaping a gap. His hands were ravenous. And his eyes were beginning to feel hunger, as if they must look at something, anything, everything.

And his eyes were beginning to feel hunger, as if they must look at something, anything, everything

Cuando no se puede tener la realidad, bastan los sueños.

He hated all this, and somehow he couldn't get away.

I saw him open his mouth wide. . . as though he had wanted to swallow all the air, all the earth, all the men before him.

I suppose everybody must be always just a little homesick.

She had said he had been driven away from her by a dream...

This man suffered too much. He hated all this, and somehow he couldn't get away. When I had a chance I begged him to try and leave while there was time; I offered to go back with him. And he would say yes, and then he would remain...

The word 'ivory' rang in the air, was whispered, was sighed. You would think they were praying to it.

No fear could match the hunger, no patience can exhaust it, repulsion just doesn't exist where there is hunger.

Sometimes it seems to me that man is come where he is not wanted, where there is no place for him; for if not, why should he want all the place? Why should he run about here and there making a great noise about himself, talking about the stars, disturbing the blades of grass?

Mankind, asserted the Professor with a self-confident glitter of his iron-rimmed spectacles, does not know what it wants.

La palabra marfil se respiraba en el aire, se suspiraba en los murmullos, incluso, me imagino, aparecía en los ruegos al cielo.

Man, we know, cannot live by bread alone but hang me if I don't believe that some women could live by love alone.

And ye have seen desiring without fruit, Those whose desire would have been quieted, Which evermore is given them for a grief. I speak of Aristotle and of Plato

To think that I have wasted years of my life, that I have longed for death, that the greatest love that I have ever known has been for a woman who did not please me, who was not in my style! Part 4

In our own culture, we might call it "catalogue consciousness," obsessively rifling through the pages to see what else we might want. It's "wanting to want," and it's a disease our culture keeps nourishing.

He was sick with lust and mesmerized with regret

Because he needed a friend so desperately, he never found one.