Quotes About Yearning

The keener the want the lustier the growth.

Couldn't dance because it would awaken carnal desire, which in my case was not only awake, it was dressed and down on the corner waiting for the bus.

Man is not satisfied with being just man. He wants to be everything, all creatures, and still remain himself.

Man is not satisfied with just being man . He wants to be everything, all creatures, and still remain himself. Man has unfathomable depths to his goodness and his evil, his intelligence and his ignorance--he is a dark region of wells and wishes to drink at them all.'-- O-kolkol

A passion thwarted will often go astray.

It was like someone far away calling someone else's name.

But the Dog was gone forever. Lirael

Some came to me because the inner ache had become unbearable.

I desire you, it's as simple and awful as that.... it's idiotic, but I love you.

I want to be loved so badly, it verges on mild insanity.

You are not what you want. You are what wants you back.

I am born hungry. Ravenous. I want to eat the world, and I can never be satiated.

I thought of Eunice's lips on my nose, the love mixed in with the pain, the foretaste of almonds and salt. I thought of how it was all just too beautiful to ever let go.

How desperately I wanted to forsake these facts, to open a smelly old book or to go down on a pretty young girl instead. Why couldn't I have been born to a better world?

I could almost love you again.

Contemplating a flame perpetuates a primordial reverie. It separates us from the world and enlarges our world as dreamers. In itself the flame is a major presence, but being close to it makes us dream of far away, too far away. The flame is there, feeble and tiny, struggling to stay in existence, and the dreamer goes on to dream of elsewhere, losing his own being by dreaming on a grand, on a too grand scale by dreaming of the world.

Man is a creation of desire, not a creation of need.

My mother, daroga, my poor, unhappy mother would never... let me kiss her... She used to run away... and throw me my mask!... Nor any other woman... ever, ever!... Ah, you can understand, my happiness was so great, I cried. And fell at her feet, crying... and I kissed her feet... her little feet... crying. You're crying, too, daroga... and she cried also... the angel cried!...

He looked up in despair at the starry sky, he struck his burning chest with his fist; he loved and he was not loved!

I'm sick and tired of having a forest and a torture chamber in my house... I want to have a nice quiet flat with ordinary doors and windows and a wife inside it, like anybody else!

Possibly, I too shall take the train at that station one day, and go and seek around thy lakes, O Norway, O silent Scandinavia... Possibly, someday, I shall hear the lonely echoes of the North repeat the singing of her who knew the Angel of Music...

As long as you thought me handsome, you could have come back, I know you would have come back.

He asked only to be 'someone,' like everybody else.

You are crying! You are afraid of me! And yet I am not really wicked. Love me and you shall see! All I wanted was to be loved for myself. If you loved me I should be as gentle as a lamb; and you could do anything with me that you pleased. Soon