Quotes About Yearning

the only addiction where the sufferer longed for anything but the desired;

Both had the fantasy; neither had carried it out.

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

years; they had exchanged just one letter, one glance in

Is there a pill for when the image of a trumpet vine comes into your head? Will it erase it? Erase the voice saying, You should kiss me like it's good-bye? Erase the tuxedo jacket, or at least the face above it? Erase the whole nine years?

Love is circumstantial; we can love anyone if need be; and losing the one we love is the singular catastrophe. Time does not heal it. Every present moment yearns for even the roughest past.

I]f you live abroad any good while, the notion of home is permanently compromised. You will always be missing another place, and no national logic will ever again seem fully obvious to you.

You feel all the time that you want to do something, that there is some affect unavailable to you, that there's a physical need of impossible urgency and discomfort for which there is no relief, as though you were constantly vomiting from your stomach but had no mouth.

M? simt tot timpul ca ?i cum fiecare ar vrea o buc??ic? din mine.

Dark be not dark but some other desire

Romance is finding your fantasy in people who don't have it.

Sometimes, we do ourselves a disservice to yearn for what we've lost. For if we try to find it again, we might discover faults and blemishes memory has been kind enough to erase.

All I can think is that I want her more than anything. I want her more than I've ever wanted anything, ever.

Maybe his heart is searching for and not finding the place it used to live. I understand that because mine is searching and not finding too.

Si jamás te tocara, qué profunda extrañeza-.

Si jamás te tocara, qué profunda extrañeza de su poemario: La velocidad del mundo

Where ever I am I always find myself looking out the window wishing I was somewhere else.

I used to think I was unstable, because I had this thirst for something. I could never figure out what it was. I couldn't sleep at night, and I always wanted to be somewhere else. I have a window tattooed, this little box, and it's because wherever I was, I wanted to be somewhere else. And, I always saw myself, wherever I was in life, staring out the window.

Tienes suerte —dije— de haber preservado el sueño en el mismo estado en que lo tuviste, de seguir deseándolo a pesar de los años de espera

Olympia thinks often about desire - desire that stops the breath, that causes a preoccupied pause in the midst of uttering a sentence - and how it may upend a life and threaten to dissolve the soul.

The beauty makes her miss Aidan with an ache that feels unbearable. she replays the night they had together, moment by moment. Will she spend her life missing him?

She was still waiting for him to come back to her, even though he wasn't going to. She was still holding out for something that wasn't going to happen. She was good at waiting. That seemed like a sad thing to be good at.

She'd cried over a broken heart before. She knew what that felt like, and it didn't feel like this. Her heart felt not so much broken as just ... empty. It felt like she was an outline empty in the middle. The outline cried senselessly for the absent middle. The past cried for the present that was nothing.

What made you feel that stomach-churning agony for one person and not another? If Bridget were God, she would have made it against the law for you to feel that way about someone without them having to feel it for you right back.