Quotes About Yearning

Dentro de su pecho late algo enorme, algo lleno deseo, algo que ya no siente temor.

Inside her pulses something huge, something full of longing, something unafraid.

He thought of his year with Sandy in the house on Shadow Hill, how her eyes went to the windows, the silent desperation of everything they never said—gaps and absences in every conversation, the past circumscribing the present, the future hemming in the past.

But he didn't have language for what he really wanted to say; he couldn't explain how her wildness that day, on the road, had thrilled him as much as it terrified him. He couldn't tell her that at night, sweating in the folds of his mosquito net, he had begun to recite her name over and over, as if it were a spell that might summon her into his room.

she gazed at places but could not enter them, witnessed beauty but could not experience it. It was as though she had been excised neatly out of each moment. The world had become like an exhibit at Ward's museum: pretty and nostalgic and watered down, something old and sealed off you weren't allowed to touch.

In other words, man's imagination, when it is not corrupt, yearns for the holy—to behold its beauty from a distance, to be possessed by it. All the greatest art of the past, pagan and Christian, testifies to this desire. It

What he wants is hard to say, but when he wants it, he wants it badly.

But if it be never - if I can never hold sweet converse again with her, or look upon her face, or know from her her love; why, then, this side the grave, I will live as becomes the man whom she loves...

When he thought about her, he no longer wanted to live.

You're my closest friend and you're thousands of miles away.

We all have times when we go home at night and pull out our hair and feel misunderstood and lonely and like we're falling. I think the brain is such that there is always going to be something missing.

I think we're really hungry for family in America, especially when I feel like people are really pulled apart from their families.

I always felt caged, closed in, like I was punching at things that weren't there. I always had too much energy for the room I was in.

Happiness is a monstrosity! Punished are those who seek it.

I would love to get a pug. A puppy, a baby pug - I just want one so bad.

Comedy was a secret want, but it wasn't anything I pursued.

Girls want to be pursued.

Pursuit is a rather desperate act in itself. There's something kind of frantic about the notion of pursuit.

I felt incomplete. I was always happy but I felt incomplete and that I needed to be pushing through.

Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me.

I just want that sensation you have in dreams when you fly to be real.

There's certainly a loss of connection with folks on the ground who I care for and love and I want to spend time with.

There are so many dreams that I'd like to follow.

I like to think I get better with age, but maybe absence makes the heart grow fonder.