Quotes About Yearning

She must have sensed she never really had him. That was a sadness of hers, he knew.

I did love her. I've loved her from the first time I saw her.

I love her. I need her. I gave away everything I had for her. I just wanted her to know me.

He tricked himself into thinking that she would look into his eyes and remember, that love would conquer all.

He just wanted to look at her and know her life was marching along under the same arch of time and space as he is.

The most haunting thing was not that he didn't love her anymore. She could have accepted that eventually. The most haunting thing was that he did. He loved her from afar. He loved her in a way that was preserved in time, that couldn't be sullied. And she tended it in her careful, curatorial way.

You broke up with him, a combination Effie-Carmen voice in her head reminded her. But that didn't mean you were allowed to stop loving me, she felt like saying to him.

She remembered me.' This was his worst weakness, his most toxic drug.

Her need was as big as the stars, and he was down there on the beach, so quiet she could hardly hear him.

It's wrong, I know, but I play out this dance with him, exquisite and slow. I play it out in my head, because that is the only place it will ever happen.

I still think about him sometimes. I dream about him too. I try to remember what he looked like. It's hard to remember, though, either because of time or because of strong feelings. I sometimes think the stronger you feel about someone the harder it is to picture their face when you are away from them.

Lui la seguì, senza maglietta: portava solo i boxer. Non era costretto a seguirla. Il cuore di Bridget faceva le fusa. Tese una mano verso di lui. «Sapevi che sarei venuta?» chiese. Faticava a distinguere i lineamenti di Eric, nell'oscurità. «Non volevo» rispose lui. Fece una lunga pausa. «E lo speravo»

I can't wait for you forever, she found herself thinking as she lay in bed most mornings, thinking about her dreams, waiting for her alarm to ring.

El la empujaba a autodestruirse. Hacía que ella deseara y luego no le daba ninguna satisfacción.

Maybe we tried so hard to be like the Sisterhood because it was easy for them and we wanted it to be easy for us. Because they were lucky and we wanted to be lucky too. They had wonder, and we didn't have any. We looked for the magic, but we didn't fine it. We waited for the magic, but it didn't find us.

She sat on the dock at the lake and watched the clouds thicken. She wished it would rain hard and long and clear everything away. Rain never came when you asked for it.

When we stopped to eat in the midday, she spilled rice on my knee, and she smiled. I wanted her to spill a thousand things on me, lava, acid, bricks, anything, and smile each time.

Or was he the romantic fiction of a girl who'd been desperate for a handsome stranger to come along?

She wished she could swap her days for her nights, her reality for her dreams.

She wanted his profession of feelings to do the trick. She really did. She knew he wanted that too. Whether he spoke the truth or not, he thought he could make her feel better, and he really, really wanted to. But it wasn't what she needed. Her need was as big as the stars, and he was down there on the beach, so quiet she could hardly hear him.

If I could meet you again, at a different time under different circumstances, I could let myself worship you the way you deserve.

If I could meet you again, at a different time under different circumstances, I could let myself worship you the way you deserve. But I can't now.

He could barely look at her, but he couldn't look anywhere else.

I wished my dad had seen it.