Quotes About Yearning

Woe is me! Bitter is me! For what is my life? Why didn't the ship go under and drown me before I came to America?

My whole being was seeking for something still unknown which might confer meaning upon the banality of life.

I want more out of life than I've gotten.

We always strive after what is forbidden, and desire the things refused us.

The soul's a sort of sentimental wife, That prays and whimpers of the higher life.

Lessons of Life: When you stop yearning, When you stop aspiring. You stop living.

My life was pouring out my feet and seeping through cracks in the floor; yet still I knelt and did not move, for fear she'd let go my hands. Let me stay, I wanted to beg: Please don't make me go.

Shattered dreams, worthless years, here I am encased in a hollow shell. Life began, then was done, now I stare into a cold and empty well.

I cannot live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf

All your life an unattainable ecstasy has hovered just beyond the grasp of your consciousness.

One life was never quite enough for what I had in mind.

A longing for the dance stirs in the buried life.

Nobody wanted your dance, Nobody wanted your strange glitter, your floundering Drowning life and your effort to save yourself, Treading water, dancing the dark turmoil, Looking for something to give.

A disquieting loneliness came into my life, but it induced no hunger for friends of longer acquaintance: they seemed now like a salt-free, sugarless diet.

Weep for the lives your wishes never led.

From where you are you can hear in Cockle Row in the spring, moonless night, Miss Price, dressmaker and sweetshop-keeper, dream of her lover, tall as the town clock tower, Samson syrup-gold-maned, whacking thighed and piping hot, thunderbolt-bass'd and barnacle-breasted, flailing up the cockles with his eyes like blowlamps and scooping low over her lonely loving hotwaterbottled body.

Lie down, lie easy. Let me shipwreck in your thighs.

Happy Cadaver's hunger as you take The kissproof world.

somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyondany experience, your eyes have their silence.

Here I am frozen, when I deserve to burn.

I wanted to touch him like he was a bunny, a kitten, something so special and soft your fingertips can't leave it alone.

Gat, my Gat.

It was love, and it hit me so hard I leaned against the screen door that still stood between us, just to stay vertical. I wanted to touch him like he was a bunny, a kitten, something so special and soft your fingertips can't leave it alone. The universe was good because he was in it. I loved the hole in his jeans and the dirt on his bare feet and the scrab on his elbow and the scar that laced through one eyebrow. Gat, my Gat.

He didn't believe in God anymore and yet he still wished that God would help him.