Quotes About Yearning

What sweet thoughts, what longing led them to the woeful pass.

Without hope we live in desire.

Places that are empty of you are empty of life.

Can peace be gained until I clasp my wombat?

Sabes lo que es un suspiro? —Supongo que me lo dirás. —Es el aire que te sobra por alguien que te falta.

We always think of what's missing.

Sometimes, solitude is worse than hunger.

It's funny. When you leave your home and wander really far, you always think, 'I want to go home.' But then you come home, and of course it's not the same. You can't live with it, you can't live away from it. And it seems like from then on there's always this yearning for some place that doesn't exist. I felt that. Still do. I'm never completely at home anywhere.

You know, I tried not to think of this place. I tried to let it go. To leave it behind. But it always came back to me, in my dreams. I'd dream about these details, these objects and people and places I'd left behind, and I'd wake up crying.

He seemed particularly insistent. I both did and didn't want to be left alone at the house with my mother. There was an aching in my chest that surprised me, and my eyes were watering up against my will.

I'll never willingly let you go. Not after all these years of wanting you. You're my life-you're in my head and in my heart and in the air that I breathe. Every conscious moment is filled with you, and I wake every day with your name singing on my mind, I hunger for you every night, and I lie there in that spare bed, sick with longing for you, and sweating because if i come to you, it will be a ....

Što god ti rekao, vjeruješ u ljubav. Potrebna ti je. Jednoga dana srest ?eš ženu pred kojom ?eš se rastopiti kad je vidiš. Poželjet ?eš svakog trenutka u danu biti s njom. Stari moj, u želatinu ?eš se pretvoriti.

Even now she felt the need to add, "At a certain point I realized that everyone has something like this." "What do you mean, 'like this'?" "Everyone has something they want but don't get to have.

For awhile, staring at my paper bag of clothes, my freaked-out eyes in the mirror behind the bar, I convinced myself I would go back to Bell. He was the only man that ever made me feel in life instead of just a spectator, and if he did that by fear and pain, it was still better then when I looked numbly at some man on the couch thinking, I will leave you soon.

I stare at him, lovestruck. I have just tipped my hand, shown the worst of myself - faithless, foolish, weak as any woman has ever been accused of being - and still he wants me.

I can live without a boy. So why does it feel like I'm going to die?

Love is . . . needing to be with this one person. No—it's more like wanting to need to be with this one person. Last semester my English professor read us this great Robert Frost quotation that went something like, 'Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

Niente, siamo un nulla riempito di niente, amor mio.

belief begins with the wish

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling into at night. I miss you like hell.

Sweet like candy to my soul Sweet you rock and sweet you roll Lost for you I'm so lost for you

I remember thinking I'll go on forever only knowing I'll see you again. And the touch of you is hard to remember, but like that touch, I know no other

I fall so hard inside the idea of you

Inside, my soul became so cold I hated everything. I even despised the sun, for I knew I would never be able to play in its warm presence. I cringed with hate whenever I heard other children laughing, as they played outside. My stomach coiled whenever I smelled food that was about to be served to somebody else, knowing it wasn't for me.