Quotes About Yearning

Everything want to be loved.

Even as I hold you I think of you as someone gone far, far away. Your eyes the color of pennies in a bowl of dark honey bringing sweet light to someone else your black hair slipping through my fingers is the flash of your head going around a corner your smile, breaking before me, the flippant last turn of a revolving door, emptying you out, changed, away from me. Even as I hold you I am letting go.

The years have come and gone without a single word from you. Only the sky above us do we hold in common. I look at it often as if, somehow, reflected from its immensities, I will one day find myself gazing into your eyes.

When I no longer have your heart I will not request your body your presence or even your polite conversation. I will go away to a far country separated from you by the sea — on which I cannot walk — and refrain even from sending letters describing my pain.

She can have them, Mama, she said, like somebody used to never winning anything, or having anything reserved for her.

Milovaný chce bejt úplnÄ› vÅ¡ecko. Zpíváme, tancujem, pitvoÃ…â"¢íme se, dáváme si kytky a to vÅ¡ecko v nadÄ›ji že nás nÄ›kdo bude mít rád. VÅ¡imla sis nÄ›kdy že stromy dÄ›laj pÃ…â"¢esnÄ› to samý co my aby na sebe upozornily? Teda až na to že nechodÄ›j.

I wish you were with me, or I with you.

He love looking at Shug. I love looking at Shug. But Shug don't love looking at but one of us. Him. But that the way it spose to be. I know that. But if that so, why my heart hurt me so?

And I try to teach my heart not to want nothing it can't have.

Sighing, Irene said, Why is it that we can love so much that which only makes us cry? Susannah thought for only a moment, and then, with certainty, she said: Because it is that which calls us home to the heart.

I think she thought she love him. But he got so many of us. All needing somethin'.

Ahora procuro que mi corazón aprenda a no desear lo que no puede tener.

Like Jesus, who didn't know who his biological father was either. I have often thought it was this lack of knowledge of his earthly father that led him to his 'heavenly' one, for there is in all of us a yearning to know our own source, and no source is likely to seem too farfetched to a lonely, fatherless child.

Lord, I wants to go so bad. Not to dance. Not to drink. Not to play card. Not even to hear Shug Avery sing. I just be thankful to lay eyes on her

I would have thought that a book that begins "Dear God" would immediately have been identified as a book about the desire to encounter, to hear from, the Ultimate Ancestor. Perhaps it is a sign of our times that this was infrequently the case.

Thought so sharp it go through me like a pain. Somebody to run to. It seem too sweet to bear.

I try to teach my heart not to want nothing it can't have

I write all the things I should have been able to read.

I was by myself in this frightening place and SHE WAS NOT THERE! my heart sank. I had never felt more alone in my life, and then, just when I was on the point of dying of loneliness and lack of direction, I wailed: ;I: Oh, Grandmother, you are not here! And she said: But you are.

Deep in my heart I care about God. What he going to think. And come to find out, he don't think. Just sit up there glorying in being deef, I reckon. But it ain't easy, trying to do without God. Even if you know he ain't there, trying to do without him is a strain.

Thought so sharp it go through e like a pain. Somebody to run to. It seem too sweet to bear.

Can't you see I'm already half dead.

Sve 'o?e da bude voljeno. Mi pevamo i igramo, nameštamo lice i dajemo bukete cve?a, trude?i se da budemo voljeni. Jesi l' nekad primjetila da drve?e radi sve mogu?e da privu?e pažnju, sam' što ne hoda?

was the one who was left behind who did most of the missing.