Quotes About Yearning

You aren't even angry with me anymore, Stefan, so let me up." He didn't budge. "It would be a misconception on your part, little Tanya, if you are thinking I have to be angry to make love to you." His head bent, his lips grazing her cheek all the way to her ear. With his warm breath sending tingles all over her, he continued in a whisper, "I wanted you last night, today a dozen times, right now more than ever. Tell me to love you, Tanya. Demand it of me!

Id you're finished picking out my flaws,maybe you'd like to tell me what you want now.I have other customers--" "You." "What was that?" "I Want You.

The poor child felt like a little bird that is placed in a glittering cage.

Sometimes I felt as if I could not bear it any longer to be away from you!

Ye youths and virgins, when your generous blood Has drunk the warmth of fifteen summers, now The loves invite; now to new rapture wakes The finish'd sense: while stung with keen desire The madd'ning boy his bashful fetters bursts; And, urg'd with secret flames, the riper maid, Conscious and shy, betrays her smarting breast.

After you've lived in Paris for a while, you don't want to live anywhere, including Paris.

The poem is sad because it wants to be yours, and cannot be.

You meant more than life to me. I lived through you not knowing, not knowing I was living.

Where I went, no one could follow. Yet someone managed to hold my hand.

This is the way it is with me, always looking in or looking out, a chilly pane of glass between me and a remote and longed-for world.

Earth seemed a place of exile and I dreamt of heaven.

Loneliness is not being alone, It's loving others to no avail.

The human imagination ... has great difficulty in living strictly within the confines of a materialistic practice or philosophy. It dreams, like a dog in its basket, of hares in the open.

To be desired is perhaps the closest anybody can reach in this life to feeling immortal.

Ours is the century of enforced travel of disappearances. The century of people helplessly seeing others, who were close to them, disappear over the horizon.

To be desired is perhaps the closest anybody in this life can reach to feeling immortal.

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so. After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns, we ourselves flash and yearn, and moreover my mother told me as a boy (repeatedly) 'Ever to confess you're bored means you have no inner Resources.' I conclude now I have no inner resources, because I am heavy bored.

leave wizard Henry: at his lectern where he's working on his phantasies: Disperse! and everything goes worse so the world fills with her knees, harmful & fair: a medium where 'Fuck you' comes as no curse but come as a sigh or a prayer.

It is not strength, but desire, that governs the world.

My thoughts hovered over all varieties of mortal edible, and finally settled on a porterhouse steak and a quart of bitter with a welsh rabbit to follow. In longing hopelessly for these dainties I fell asleep.

I don't want enlightenment, I want him. Sorry Buddha, I loved him more than you.

The cleverest writers give the someone we like not one but two things he wants VERY BADLY, and then puts them at odds with each other. I love Romeo but hate his Montague family. I love the Shire but want to travel like Uncle Bilbo and see elves and dragons. I love Lois Lane but I have to act like a mild mannered dweeb to hide my powerful secret lest my effectiveness as a crimefighter be compromised, so the girl I have a crush on has a crush on my alter ego and won't give me a date.

There is often less danger in the things we fear than in the things we desire.

My whole desire is to run up and down the sea coast looking for you.