Quotes About Yearning

Whoever he is who opposite you sits and listens close to your sweet speaking and lovely laughing – oh it puts the heart in my chest on wings for when I look at you, even a moment, no speaking is left in me no: tongue breaks and thin fire is racing under skin and in eyes no sight and drumming fills ears and cold sweat holds me and shaking grips me all, greener than grass

You came and I was longing for you. You cooled a heart that burned with desire.

Stand and face me, my love, and scatter the grace in your eyes.

you came and I was crazy for you and you cooled my mind that burned with longing

Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.

you burn me

In fact she herself once blamed me Kyprogeneia because I prayed this word: I want.

Alienation is studious; you learn more about wishes when they are not what you wish for.

Then I lie down on the horse blanket and drift into a dream about Marlena that will probably cost me my soul.

I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin.

But it wasn't long before the old familiar discontent started creeping up on me. I suppose it was always there, somewhere in the background. All I've done, my whole life, is keep it temporarily at bay.

He whispers in her ear, and she basks in his attention, trumpeting happily at the sight of him. Doesn't she remember?

Give orange give me eat orange me eat orange give me eat orange give me you. —NIM CHIMPSKY, 1970s Gimme gimme more, gimme more, gimme gimme more. —BRITNEY SPEARS, 2007

When someone covets something they desire and lust over it.Usually it's something they can't have. You've always had that problem...

I never had a connection like that to anyone, where every day you think about what you'll tell them and you wonder what they're doing, and you know they're wondering what you're doing.

I understand that you can never have the whole picture; inevitably, there's stuff you don't know, can't know. But when it comes to Cameron I always want more than I have, would like to be able to take hold of at least one or two more pieces, if only because I'm convinced there are parts of myself inside them.

Sometimes you want to hear your own mother's voice.

I tried his cell over and over but he never answered. Then I'd call just to hear his voice on the outgoing message, until eventually that was gone too.

He said I didn't need to save him. But you want to. Yeah. But I can't. Right? Probably not. Usually not.

His voice just shot through me. It's amazing, the things your body will do just when you don't want them to: heart speeding up, fingers aching. I'd always liked his voice, low and laid-back, the kind of voice that made you listen, a voice that still caused me to teeter when I heard it saying my old nickname.

At least you know what you want. I don't know what I want. Then he was quiet for a long time. We were almost home before he said, Just want to be with you. Like this. My heart sped up. I made a joke. That's probably not a viable career option. Yeah, he said, laughing a little. Probably not.

Why do you want to come in?' Because I'm lonely, I think. Why does anyone ever want to be with another person?

He said I didn't need to save him.' 'But you want to.' 'Yeah. But I can't. Right?' 'Probably not. Usually not.

She had a hundred reasons: because Bear had carved a statue of her in the center of the topiary garden, because she could always make him laugh, because he'd let her return to the station, because he won at chess and lost at hockey, because he ran as fast as he could to polar bear births, because he had seal breath even as a human, because his hands were soft, because he was her Bear. Because i want my husband back, Cassie said.