Quotes About Yearning

Just once I want someone to be afraid of losing me," Pheobe said

It's strange how we can lose things that are still right there. How a barrier can go up at any moment, trapping you on the other side, keeping you from what you want. How the things that hurt the most are things we once had.

A snowman in a town where it didn't snow, made by a boy who couldn't wait to leave, and given to a girl who had never belonged.

But her window stayed dark after I replied, even though she knew I was there, watching. So I went to sleep thinking of her, of the curve of her back in a light cotton dress, of her hair twisted up into its crown of braids, of her, leaping form the zenith of the plastic swing set and clearing the sandbox, turning a neat lap around the whole of Eastwood, California, while I stood there, trapped in the dreariness of a it all, numbly watching.

People long for God, and more of them than we might think are willing to accept the idea that getting close to him might be painful. The church needs to worry less about coddling our superficial tastes and impulses and more about giving us the whole truth.

It happens just because we need to want and to be wanted too, when love is here or gone to lie down in the darkness and listen to the warm.

This is the way it was while I was waiting for your eyes to find me.

I want to see the world within the circle of your arms and sail the wide sea of your thighs.

I went back to look for you. Not understanding the language of hello, I thought I'd speak it just the same.

And if you loved my face as much as you love Christmas, I'd be safe from year to year. The same anticipation that you hold for holidays would smother me and glad I'd be to die so loved.

Do ghosts drink tea? They don't, said Tansey. But this ghost would love to see a cup of tea in front of her. It'd be lovely.

Sylvie had an amazing life, but she didn't get to live it very often.

Getting old is the second-biggest surprise of my life, but the first, by a mile, is our unceasing need for deep attachment and intimate love. We oldies yearn daily and hourly for conversation and a renewed domesticity, for company at the movies or while visiting a museum, for someone close by in the car when coming home at night.

Because we are human, because we are bound by gravity and the limitations of our bodies, because we live in a world where the news is often bad and the prospects disturbing, there is a need for another world somewhere, a world where Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers live.

EVERY TIME I see a dog in a movie, I think the same thing: I want that dog. I see Skip or Lucy or Shiloh and for a moment I can't even think about the movie's plot. I can only think about the dog. I want to hold it, pet it, take it for walks, and tell it what a good dog it is. I want to love it, and I want it to love me. I have an empty space inside myself that can only be filled by a dog.

I will always be alone, as nobody will be able to replace you. I tried several times, out of despair, in order to not fall lower. But I have never written and will never write letters like the ones you have from me

We're just two lost souls Swimming in a fish bowl, Year after year, Running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here.

Warum sollte nicht fehlen können, was man nie besaß?

People ask me what I do in winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring.

Is not the most erotic portion of a body where the garment gapes?

The lover's fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.

Nostalgia is often a mask for rage. The intensity with which we yearn for a lost world is frequently proportionate to the discomfort we feel in our own.

All difficulties in this life, every moment of difficulty, come from the distance between what is and what we want to be.

They showed considerable anxiety because they were in the process of loving beauty.