Quotes About Yearning

I've thought about you every second since they took you away.

She was there. She'd been in his arms. They'd been together again. They'd kissed and he'd felt something he would've thought impossible. And now he was running away. Leaving her behind.

He reached down and tugged on her braid, hoping she knew just how much she made his miserable life worth living.

Kiss me," she said. "Tom, kiss me." Her hands tightened on his face. She started to pull him down toward her. "No," he said, resisting. She stopped, a hurt look washing over her face. Her moving, blurring face. "Why?" she asked. The darkness almost had him fully now. "You're not … her." His voice, distant. A mere echo. "You could never be her.

She turned and walked away, and Thomas sat there, hoping his face hadn't flushed bright red when he remembered her being close to him in the Underneath.

She was there. She'd been in his arms. They'd been together again. They'd kissed and he'd felt something he would've thought impossible.

A poet is someone who stands outside in the rain hoping to be struck by lightning.

A poet is someone who stands outside in the rain hoping to be struck by lightening.

In his mind he was always leaving, always going somewhere, always doing something else.

My move my throat my wildest loves, the eyes behind my eyes. Instead I left Him, though he followed me right to the end.

Tell me anything. Tell me everything. Revoke our time apart. Love me fierce in danger.

If there was a God. I would spit in his face for subjecting me to this. If there was a Devil, I would sell my sould to make it end. If there was something Higher that controlled out f***ing fates, I would tell it to take my fate and shove it up its fucking ass. Shove it hard and far, you motherf***er. Please end. Please end. Please end.

More than anything, all I have ever wanted is to be close to someone. More than anything, all I have ever wanted is to feel as if i wasn't alone.

Impossible," he said "I am in love with my food source.

If I never meet you In this life Let me feel the lack A glance from your eyes Then my life Will be yours

A man loves a thing. That don't mean it's gotta love him back.

And then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will yes.

His heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide. He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath their cowl and knew that in some dim past, whether in life or revery, he had heard their tale before.

He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.

and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.

I saw my face today And it looked older, Without the warmth of wisdom Or the softness Born of pain and waiting. The dreams were gone from my eyes, Hope lost in hollowness On my cheeks, A finger of death Pulling at my jaws. So I did my push-ups And wondered if I'd ever find you, To see my face With friendlier eyes than mine.

Among the lonely, you are perhaps the loneliest of all, You come so close to love. But it eludes you.

I want out of the freak show and into the main tent.

I was already imagining how good it would be to eat his big, round ass.