Quotes About Yearning

What showers arise, blown with the windy tempest of my heart

All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.

I am like them-I want life. I want to go back to Manchuria, to find my house and my go table. I will return to the Square of a Thousand Winds and wait for my Stranger. I know he will come ... one afternoon ... as he did that first time.

It wasn't an itch. It was a sickness. It was poison blazing through him, thinking of her all the time, watching her, touching her, wanting and wanting and wanting until his mind went black.

Something inside his chest unlocked--wildly, slowly, a peculiar sort of melting. He was lost. He was the thorn and the thistle, blown upon her breeze. He felt, strangely enough, staring into her yes, like he was going to weep.

Lia, all that I am is what I do. I'm not meant for a tame sort of life, to dwell in bucolic splendor. I'm a city rat. I ache for it. I was made for it. And I wouldn't expect you to live as I do. I wouldn't want that for you. But its all I have to offer. Then--I accept. He brought a hand to his forehead and began to laugh. Its like being snared in a sugartrap. You wont listen.

You called me," I whispered. "And you came," Jesse Holms answered, a green-eyed glance back at me, a half smile that dissolved my bones. Then we were moving hand in hand down the rotting plank stairs.

I hate it here. I hate everyone here. I hate that I am so different. I love it here and I want to belong and I know that I never will.

I lay in my bed and tried not to miss him, to miss the entire experience of him. I wanted to feel the shape of him beside me. I wanted him to touch my hair. To kiss me, long and velvety slow.

Im going to kiss you, Eleanore he said quietly, still looking at her. Not now. Later. His eyes cut back to mine. I thought it fair to tell you first. I stilled. If you think you can do so without me biting your lip, feel free to try. His gaze shone wicked blue. I dont mind if you bite. Biting your lip off, I should have said. Ah,Lets see how it goes, shall we?

I want you in the sky, and against the earth. I want to kiss you again, I want to touch you, I want to feel you in my arms and I want to hear you gasping my name when I'm inside you. I want all that, and I want it badly. Every time I look at you, I want it. -Kit to Rue

It's going to be this way, you know. Forever and a day, we'll be watched and followed, studied and analyzed. I fear you'll know no peace with me." "Peace," she scoffed, light—but her heart was pounding, fierce and strong. "What a tedious notion. Who requires peace, when one may have Colonel Jack Astor?

he wanted to and she wanted him to, whether she fully realized it yet or not.

You don't like it?" she asked. "I do. But you make me forget that I must behave." Lorrie looked into his eyes, which were a shade darker than the summer sky she was used to. "Oh, don't behave. I am so weary of always behaving." "Good.

your name repeats itself mantra-like in my head. At night I fall asleep clinging to the hope that you are happy and well...

I am still jealous that Phoebe's mother came back and mine did not. I miss my mother.

it is forbidden to love where we are not loved

Sometimes I can almost see around our heads, like gnats around a streetlight in summer, The children we could have, The glimmer of them.

With attachment all that seems to exist is just me & that object I desire.

Not paying attention keeps us in an endless cycle of wanting.

Surely there comes a moment in every human's life when he or she says, like the Sibyl - I wish to die.

but it does not want

The sensation of being owned rushed through her bloodstream, unlike anything else she'd ever experienced. Between them, wrapped in their passion, she felt small, female, possessed... and shockingly submissive. Just like the night she'd taken them both into her mouth and pleased them, she wanted to give them everything she could, whatever would thrill them. She felt desperate to show them how much she yearned to give to herself.

Hobbes had it right: when citizens are insecure and at the same time driven by competitive aspirations, they yearn for political stability rather than civic engagement, protection rather than political involvement.