Quotes About Yearning

You can't has,' he whispered softly, 'not yours.

Yet such is the perversity of human nature that I hungered for what I could never have and dreamed of the impossible.

No man can live this life and emerge unchanged. He will carry, however faint, the imprint of the desert, the brand which marks the nomad; and he will have within him the yearning to return, weak or insistent according to his nature. For this cruel land can cast a spell which no temperate clime can match.

Ich höre jetzt nur noch das Wehklagen meiner ratlosen Seele. Sie möchte gern etwas erleben, was ihrer Zartheit entspricht, und nicht immerzu dem Zwangsabonnement der Wirklichkeit ausgeliefert sein.

They love Jesus because he is what they are not and cannot ever be. They try to drink his strength and simplicity and spontaneous beauty into themselves. But they do not succeed. They cannot

Kad?n?m? elimde bir evlenme cüzdan? oldu?u için ya da cinsel açl?ktan k?vrand???m için de?il, onu sevdi?im ve istedi?im için kucaklar?m.

dokunman?n yo?un oldu?u bir ili?kide, iki insan kendilerini birbirlerine kal?c? bir biçimde ba?l? hissederler. arzulanan dokunu?lar?n aç??a ç?kard??? enerjiler, doyurucu bir hayat için vazgeçilemeyecek kadar üretkindirler. O nedenle birçoklar?nda öyle büyüktür, dokunma özlemi. (dokunman?n gücü üzerine, 10)

Disappear, she says. I love that word.

He has the expression of someone who wishes the rain would stop.

It's been too long since I sat so close to a woman and my first impulse is to move away.

and want is difficult at the best of times, and especially difficult when we most need to do it, but we can benefit

and want is difficult at the best of times, and especially

Why am I always looking at life through a window?

Oscar Wilde: "In this world there are only two tragedies. One is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it. The last is much the

When a single object takes an exclusive place in our mind, when our being reaches toward this object in a sort of contracted tension, movement ceases within us and suffering finds its home in us.

So much death and no coffee to be had.

Ree needed often to inject herself with pleasant sounds, stab those sounds past the constant screeching, squalling hubbub regular life raised inside her spirit, poke the soothing sounds past that racket and down deep where her jittering soul paced on a stone slab in a gray room, agitated and endlessly provoked but yearning to hear something that might bring a moment's rest.

If all meals were pecan pie, you'd yearn for a cold potato.

I'd never met him, so I never missed him.

I craved my mom, even when she was standing right next to me. With her hand in mine and my head resting on her hip, I wondered what I could do to make her feel as light as she seemed to be with everyone else. I wanted her to gently touch my arm and laugh at my knock-knock jokes the way she did when strangers said anything at all. What would it feel like to have my mom all to myself?

Love meant something to her, she dreamt of it, thought of it, wrote of it. It was the one thing in life that had eluded her completely.

Dragana oslobodi me veza svoje slrasti! Ni kapi više toga vina od poljubaca. Ova magla od teškog tamjana guši mi srce. Otvori vrata i propusti jutarnji zrak. Izgubljen sam u tebi, zarobljen u zagrljaju tvoje nežnosti. Oslobodi me svoje draži, i povrati mi hrabrosti da ti ponudim svoje slobodno srce.

I don't want to make a tea set. I want to make crystal, as the wonderful Billy Wiseass would put it. That poor bastard has it good: he's never experienced love. It'll be easy for him to write a romance novel.

Because isn't to be pursued, to be thought of as special, to be needed by someone somewhere, whether we know them yet or not, all any of us actually want?