Quotes About Yearning

I would look out upon the wildflowers, the mulch of swamps and leaves, the spring mosses greening on the rocks, or the boulderous mountains of street-black snow, whatever season it happened to be- my mittens clotted with ice, or my hands grimy with marsh mud- and from the back of my larynx I'd send part of my voice out toward the horizon and part of it straight up toward the sky. There must have been some pain in me. I wanted to howl and fly and break apart.

And yet the deprivation of her intimacy had made a small dent in his heart, and in his breathing, and in the hard candy of his eyes. The thought of her was everywhere but nowhere—an omniscient narrator.

I feel his lack of love for me.

All this wandering that you do, he said, leaning in the window, his face white as a cream cheese, his scar the carved zigzag of a snowmobile across a winter lake. Wind blew handsomely through his hair. How will anyone ever get close to you? I don't know, she said. She shook his hand through the window and then put on her gloves.

I cried for everyone and for all the scrabbly, funny love one sent out into the world like some hit song that enters space and bounds off to another galaxy, a tune so pretty you think the words are true, you do! There was never any containing a song like that, keeping it. It went off and out, speeding out of earshot or imagining or any reach at all, like a rocket invented in sleep.

I steal back into dreams of you, your unmade bed a huge open-faced sandwich.

There was sex where you were looked in the eye and beautiful things were said to you, and then there was what Ira used to think of as yoo-hoo sex: where the other person seemed spirited away, not quite there, their pleasure mysterious and crazy and only accidentally involving you. "Yoo-hoo?" was what his grandmother always called before entering a house where she knew someone but not well enough to know whether they were actually home.

My next thought was for Lord Suckling's charming song: 'I prithee send me back my heart / Since I cannot have thine.

The problem is, when you depend on a substitute for love, you can never get enough.

A todo o momento vejo coisas que gostaria que visses, gostaria que estivesses aqui para as veres com os teus próprios olhos. Procuro ver coisas para ti, e guarda-las na minha memória, e tenho a fantasia de que se me concentrar mesmo muito, posso fazê-las chegar a ti, para que tu as vejas nos teus sonhos. Como se a vida pudesse ser assim.

She tried to control herself rigidly, saying to herself, I won't look at him for another half hour. But all to no avail. She would sneak a glimpse, his eyes would flicker, and there she would be again, imprisoned by an amused smile and a raised eyebrow.

Ma'am, I said, I'd have liked it, having you for a ma.

He knew how she felt. Sometimes a body just had to have somebody to talk to. You saw something and you wanted to turn and say, Isn't that beautiful? And there was nobody there.

when a man was away from women for months he got to feeling it.

Or was it simply that something deep inside me still longed for the sea, something inherited, something only half held, some unnamed yearning? What man truly understands his motives?

In that I was selfish. I wanted her with me always.

If only, if only," the woodpecker sighs, "The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies." While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely, Crying to the moo—oo—oon, "If only, if only." Stanley

She looked around. There was a bulletin board covered with A papers. She looked from one paper to another and hoped, with all her heart, that she'd see one with Bradley's name on it. She didn't.

If only, if only," the woodpecker sighs, "The bark on the tree was just a little bit softer." While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely, He cries to the moo—oo—oon, "If only, if only.

It must swim for miles through the desert Uttering cries that are almost human.

I wish I had no heart, it aches so…

I can't help seeing that you are very lonely, and sometimes there is a hungry look in your eyes that goes to my heart.

Well, I am happy, and I won't fret, but it does seem as if the more one gets the more one wants…

I Know I shall be homesick for you... Even in heaven