Quotes About Yearning

Either give me more wine or leave me alone.

Let yourself be drawn by the stronger pull of that which you truly love.

I cannot stop asking. If I could taste one sip of an answer, I could break out of this prison for drunks.

Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love.

At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language-door and open the love-window. The moon won't use the door, only the window.

When I am with you, we stay up all night. When you're not here, I can't go to sleep. Praise God for those two insomnias! And the difference between them.

My soul is from Elsewhere. I am sure of that, and I intend to end up there.

Fool! You may hate me...But I...I haven't stopped thinking of you for a single day.

All the little emptiness of love!

Oh! death will find me long before I tire of watching you.

If you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain. If you're not into yoga, if you have half-a-brain. If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape. I'm the lady you've looked for, write to me, and escape.

Her smiles were blurred, as if seen from a moving train. Her eyes always creased at the edges by dreams of leaving.

Enough for me that you are beautiful: Beauty possessed diminishes. Better a dream of love Than love's dream broken; Better a look exchanged Than love's word spoken. Enough for me that you walk past, A firefly flashing in the dark.

What is nostalgia, after all, but an attempt to preserve that which was good in the past?

What could I do about finding a girl I had seen only twice, who had hardly spoken to me, and about whom I knew nothing—absolutely nothing—but for whom I felt a tenderness and responsibility that I had never felt before?

A lighted window floats through the night like a piece of paper in the wind. I want to see into it. I want to climb through into its lighted room. As I reach for it it slips through the trees. As I chase it it rolls and tumbles into the air and skitters on through the night...

I'm waiting for something worth waiting for.

From somewhere in the garden came a burble of childish laughter. He [Ruso] reached forward, put his arms around her [Tilla's] waist and rested his head against the belly that was not holding his baby, and perhaps never would. "Everyone else," he said. "Why not us?

I'm not sure how you do this to me. I barely remember you whole, just the hair or beard, the legs, arms, all separate, never as one man who searched desperately in the dark for music without words to make love to.

El permitirnos desear con desesperación algo que no estamos seguros que podamos obtener, nos atemoriza; especialmente cuando se trata de algo esencial, como la presencia de Dios en nuestras vidas.

You break my sleep And something like my heart.

and what is not there is always more than there.

Your voice still beating inside my skull, as if I could put my fingers through my eyes and pull you out. This dumb external universe.

All night you waited for morning, all morning for afternoon, all afternoon for night; and still the longing sings. Oh, paper bird with folded wings.