Quotes About Yearning

I came at last to the ocean And found it wild and black, And I cried to the windless valleys, "Be kind and take me back!

asked the heaven of stars What I should give my love— It answered me with silence, Silence above. I asked the darkened sea Down where the fishers go— It answered me with silence, Silence below. Oh, I could give him weeping, Or I could give him song— But how can I give silence, My whole life long?

To-night I close my eyes and see A strange procession passing me– The years before I saw your face Go by me with a wistful grace; They pass, the sensitive, shy years, As one who strives to dance, half blind with tears. The years went by and never knew That each one brought me nearer you; Their path was narrow and apart And yet it led me to your heart– Oh, sensitive, shy years, oh, lonely years, That strove to sing with voices drown in tears.

There are certain people who come into your life, and leave a mark. . . Their place in your heart is tender; a bruise of longing, a pulse of unfinished business. Just hearing their names pushes and pulls at you in a hundred ways, and when you try to define those hundred ways, describe them even to yourself, words are useless.

You were never what I wanted to forget.

I'm talking about the ones who, for whatever reason, are as much a part of you as your own soul. Their place in your heart is tender; a bruise of longing, a pulse of unfinished business. Just hearing their names pushes and pulls at you in a hundred ways, and when you try to define those hundred ways, describe them even to yourself, words are useless. If you had a lifetime to talk, there would still be things left unsaid.

It's a jagged thing in my throat, how much I miss her.

Sometimes you should have something you don't need but that you want.

To the God-hungry imagination, the fallen world is a crummy place much of the time; we rightly long for the land at the back of the wardrobe, the kingdom east of the sun and west of the moon.

I've lived life without you, and I couldn't bear it. Not when I had the strength to save you.

She wanted to fall into that smile. It made her want to frolic through fields with him, and Kayla had never frolicked through a field in her life.

What I want and what is true seldom have anything to do with each other

I would like whispering with someone who is like me. But no one is. I think it is because my sizzle doesn't match anyone else's. I want something to happen so bad that it sizzles inside of me. It never stops, but it also never fits any of the choices presented.

How exactly are you supposed to force your way into someone's life? Like I said, I have nothing she wants anymore. Not even, or especially not, my love.

I find it hard to hate a man who brings you exactly what you didn't even know you craved.

She wanted none of those days to end, and it was always with disappointment that she watched the darkness stride forward.

Mary, you make me wanna eat you Every time I see you, it's like the first time I meet you Fragrance like a flower, subtle and sweet too Seductive and whatever, it might as well be see through.

Until there was you, I wandered aimlessly. For a long time, like a little child, I will cry in anticipation of you.

After a time, you may find that having is not so pleasing a thing after all as wanting. It is not logical, but is often true.

Every time I stepped into madness of the crowds, I longed for the wisdom of the loneliness.

I yearn for things, but at the same time I am just peaceful.

What I want back is what I was Before the bed, before the knife, Before the brooch-pin and the salve Fixed me in this parenthesis; Horses fluent in the wind, A place, a time gone out of mind.

So much of adolescence is an ill-defined dying, An intolerable waiting, A longing for another place and time, Another condition.

If we are forever yearning for more time, we are forever discounting what is offered.