Quotes About Yearning

I think I like you, " I muttered, pressing my face to his muscled torso in a hug. I felt his heartbeat under my ear."I think I like you back.

And to no one is this state more attractive than to those whom it is consistently denied.

her dream of becoming a nurse was no ordinary yearning : it was the product of a desire as richly and completely imagined as a novel or a poem. It recalled for him what it meant to be driven to better yourself, to lay claim to a wider world.

whether he was with her or not, her voice had always been in his head;

As the questions grow harder and more complicated, people yearn for simpler answers, one-sentence answers, answers that point unhesitatingly to a culprit who can be blamed for all our suffering, answers that promise that if we only eradicate the villains, all our troubles will vanish.

The worst thing is that the enslaved secretly dream of enslaving their enslavers. The persecuted yearn to be persecutors. The slaves dream of being masters. As in the book of Esther.

All worlds are whores, forever betraying you and slipping away into the darkness while your soul years for them.

I wanted to go free, to be liberated once and for all from these two enemies, the body and the soul. I wanted to be a cloud. To be a stone on the surface of the moon.

ein Grund für die Zunahme der Wellen des Fanatismus ist vielleicht die wachsende Sehnsucht nach einfachen Lösungen, nach Erlösung 'auf einen Schlag'.

And I see that not touching for so long was a drive to the beach with the windows rolled up so the waves feel that much colder.

Why do you think you are missing something you never had?

But I don't have anything left inside of me to figure out where I fit in or what I want. If I want anything, it's to know what's possible to want.

If you are greedy, what is inside you is what makes you always hungry.

What is a secret wish? It is what you want but cannot ask.

When you touch a man's nostalgia, he is yours.

I felt stuck in the bottom of a wishing well. I was desperate to shout what I wanted, but I didn't know what that was. I knew only what it wasn't. The Hundred Secret Senses by Amy Tan

I imagine a hundred Chinese Icaruses, molding wings out of earwax. You can't stop people from wishing.

I tried to keep very still, but my heart felt like crickets scratching to get out of the cage.

Can you imagine how it is, to want to be neither inside nor outside, to want to be nowhere and disappear?

But it was the love of a ghost. Arms that encircled but did not touch. A bowl full of rice but without my appetite to eat it. No hunger. No fullness.

I was greedy, she warned, and could not fill my heart with enough pleasure, my stomach with enough contentment, my body with enough sleep. I was like a rice basket with a rat hole at the bottom, and thus could not be satisfied and overflow, nor could I be filled. I would never know the full depth and breadth of love, beauty, or happiness. She said it like a curse.

Even when I worked in that world, I still wanted love so strong that the man would have no interest in another woman. Maybe you will always be incapable of giving that kind of love. You tell me I want too much. And maybe I do. But like you and your imagination, I can't help but be that way.

Maybe the kind of love that would comfort me did not exist. Perhaps I expected too much of love and no one existed who could ever meet my unceasing and bottomless need for it.

If you are greedy, what is inside you is what makes you always hungry," said Popo.