Quotes About Yearning

joy is out there waiting for us, but it always wants to find the bed empty

There is always a need for intoxication: China has opium, Islam has hashish, the West has woman.

All my life my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name." andre breton

But when he sat on the bed beside me, then leaned over and kissed my forehead, my cheek, my lips, his hand pressed to my rib cage, the other stroking my hair back, it was like I was an empty well and didn't know it until just now when he uncovered me and it started to rain.

Lester wanted to rise up out of this like a cloud, to drift over the valley and shore to the Pacific, to dissolve into its huge green expanse like rain.

Men dream things — because men must have that which is beyond human reckoning to satisfy the need for comfort and a hedge against fear.

and I longed for the rock isles and algae pools of my own land. We are part of our homes and I think there will always be a feeling of loss and ache within when we cannot long actively communicate with our own special places.

I have no appetite,' she sighed. 'Not for food, not for work. Not for anything.' I looked at her and wondered what I am except appetite.

In that light, across the field, is all I will never have. Next to me is all I will.

I feel restricted, my soul is restricted inside me, I need another living space.

with the abiding in Him. It is with the desire

Does not all your anxious restlessness, and futile effort, prove that you have not let God do His work? God is drawing you to Himself. This is not your own wish, and the stirring of your own heart, but the everlasting Divine magnet is drawing you. These restless yearnings and thirstings, remember, are the work of God. Come and be still, and wait upon God. He will reveal Himself.

We wish in a halfhearted way to be better than we are. But how few there are who truly ''hunger and thirst after righteousness''; how few who intensely long for a life of obedience and the continual consciousness of being pleasing to God.

It is almost another kind of love, being loved. It is the same heat but from another room; it is the same sound but from a high window...

What Frank wrote: It's a summer day, and I want to be wanted more than anything in the world.

one million furious you didn't call for sex, but only five actually available to meet you.

Why didn't he say yes? Freddy's voice from the past: You want me to stay here with you forever? Why didn't he say yes?

Surely words are just the background music when passion pounces on a soul.

We have no heart at seventeen. We think we do; we think we have been cursed with a holy, bloated thing that twitches at the name we adore, but it is not a heart because though it will forfeit anything in the world-the mind, the body, the future, even the last lonely hour it has-it will not sacrifice itself.

No one has ever been hopelessly in love with me." "No," Carlos says. "You always gave them hope, didn't you?

Will Less ever again be so beloved?

For is my story really so unusual? To wake each morning as if things had gone differently -- the dead come back, the lost returned, the beloved in our arms -- is it really any more magic than the ordinary madness of hope?

No one has ever been hopelessly in love with me. No, Carlos says. You always gave them hope, didn't you?

THERE ALMOST HAS to be a heaven. If other worlds surround us, just a lightning bolt away, then what would stop us from slipping there? If love has left us, well, then there is a world where it has not. If death has come, then there is a world where it has been kept at bay.