Quotes About Yearning

Baby, I love you. Pen... More then I love the color black. More than I love cigarettes, more than I love books. Even music. More than food. More than art or stories. More than words...

The circus tent was flowing pale in the rain like a fleshy flower lit from within. It seemed to bloom in the downpour. Drops of rain caught on Rafe's eyelashes, blinding him as the circus light struck them. He groped for the flap, that slit in the fabric that would reveal her to him. She was on the rope again, her skirt flashing with tiny mirrors, hair braided with petals. He looked up at her, dizzy with it, seeing her face framed in the parasol. There were bluish shadows around her eyes.

One of the best things about sex with a Banshee, however, is that she will make her needs known freely.

Whatever love meant there was some version of it that I felt for Winter. And it didn't matter if he felt that for me or not or if it was real love or just my sadness about my dad that had turned into longing. Love, that elusive leading lady, plays too many parts to be typecast.

West didn't want her to get hurt anymore. He wanted her to let go. He wanted her to appreciate her life. To know he loved her. All these things sounded so stupid to him when he imagined saying them and he knew she didn't want to hear them anyway. She wanted to hear one thing.

How do you know, poor fool? Perhaps out there, somewhere, someone is sighing for your absence'; and with this thought, my soul begins to breathe.

She had started driving past his apartment to see whether or not his car was out front. She had looked up his phone number, and twice she had called his apartment from the pay phone in school, knowing he wouldn't be at home, just so she could hear how sexy his voice sounded on his answering machine. Was this what falling in love was supposed to feel like?

herself to his side. He couldn't believe it. She was really his for the taking.

It would take just a little more to drink and just a little more time.

is starting to happen between the two teenagers: "It gave me a queer feeling each time I looked into his deep blue eyes, and he sat there with that mysterious laugh playing round his lips…and with my whole heart I almost beseeched him: oh, tell me, what is going on inside you, oh, can't you look beyond this ridiculous chatter?

But did I ever get over her? She came to symbolize everything I wanted and would never have.

Yes to it all. I had become a puppy that stands on its hind legs and barks when its master fetches its leash.

The ocean knew where her sailor was. We have seen him, said the waves. He is sleeping with us. You will never kiss his lips or feel the weight of his body again.

As a hart longs for flowing streams, so longs my soul for thee. PSALM 42 : 1

But why? Where are you going?" "Home," Angel said. "I'm going home.

We were all created incomplete and will find no rest until we satisfy the deepest hunger and thirst within us. You've tried to satisfy it in your own way. I see that in your eyes, too, as I've seen it in so many others. And yet, though you deny it with your last breath, your soul yearns for God

Jesus was with her, but she couldn't see Him; she couldn't touch Him. Never one for hugs and kisses from anyone but Niclas, she missed human touch. Why

who'd gazed at David with adoring eyes and dreamed dreams about him. David could have anyone he wanted! Even before he was king, women were falling in love with him. She was stricken with regret and fear as the days passed. If only she had

There's only one lady I want, and I'm looking at her.

Tenía una cara triste y deliciosa, con detalles luminosos —los ojos luminosos y la luz apasionada de la boca— y había en su voz una emoción que los hombres que la habían querido no podían olvidar: una vehemencia cantarina, un «óyeme» susurrado, la promesa de que acababa de vivir momentos felices y vibrantes y que momentos felices y vibrantes esperaban en la próxima hora.

L'ufficiale, mentre Daisy parlava, la fissava come tutte le ragazzine desidarano essere fissate una volta o l'altra [...]. Lui si chiamava Jay Gatsby [...].

I die of thirst beside the fountain.

I miss tarty tarts.

Mankind has only one science… its the science of discontent.