Quotes About Yearning

I'm not unhappy enough. [Pause.] That was always my unhap, unhappy, but not unhappy enough.

Boredom is simply romanticism with a morning-after thirst.

I'd sell my soul to the devil if he'd buy such a weakly, puny, piffling little soul, just really to live and be something besides a "thoroughly nice girl" for one short year.

The pleasure of expecting enjoyment is often greater than that of obtaining it, and the completion of almost every wish is found a disappointment

There are charms made only for distance admiration.

There are charms made only for distant admiration.

Some desire is necessary to keep life in motion, and he whose real wants are supplied must admit those of fancy.

Life is a progress from want to want, not from enjoyment to enjoyment.

Authors and lovers always suffer some infatuation, from which only absence can set them free.

And here je did baiser elle, but had not opportunity para hazer some with her as I would have offered if je had had it.

This parched evening seasons the night with remembrances of rain.

So howled out for the world to give him a name. The indark answered with wind.

Desire isn't appeased by its object, only irritated into something more than desire that can join with the stars to inform the chaotic heavens with sense.

There is no articulate resonance. The common problem, I suppose, is to have more to say than vocabulary and syntax can bear. That is why I am hunting in these desiccated streets. The smoke hides the sky's variety, stains consciousness, covers the holocaust with something safe and insubstantial. It protects from greater flame. It indicates fire, but obscures the source. This is not a useful city. Very little here approaches any eidolon of the beautiful.

Tired of myself longing for what I have not

By my soul, I can neither eat, drink, nor sleep; nor, what's still worse, love any woman in the world but her.

O! for the long day, and the high sun, and the fair garden, and the King's great city up above these visible heavens!

Our best fare here is hunger.

We love to carry heaven to heaven with us, and would have two summers in one year, and no less than two heavens; but this will not be for us: one, and such an one, may suffice us well enough. The Man Christ got but one only, and shall we have two?

The man's desire is for the woman; but the woman's desire is rarely other than for the desire of the man.

He also knew that whenever he recalled her kissing his cheek with such unqualified trust and acceptance, it was going to ache just a little in the vicinity of his heart. It ached now.

Coburn)"Honor." Gasping, she lowered her arm from over her eyes and looked into his face. "Put your hands on me. Pretend this means something." With a whimper, she wrapped her arms around him and clutched his back, then slid her hands down over his ass and drew him even deeper into her. He groaned, buried his face in the hollow of her neck, and rocked his body against hers. An orgasm burst through her at the same time he came. She pretended nothing.

I gave up coffee. It's almost worse than giving up a lover.

Surrender? Oh, Lord! First need. Now surrender. She swatted his hand away, but not before his knuckles grazed a nipple and ignited a wildfire of sensual