Quotes About Yearning

Miss Manson," said Freddie, "I think I love you.

What do you do when you're in love with the last man in the world you can have? You plan a life, a real life, without him.

Since you left there's been a you-shaped space beside me, all the time. It never goes away.

But when you flee someone, no matter how far you roam, that person will follow you as doggedly as the stars.

Whilst man is in one location, he thinks of another. Dancing with one woman, he can't help but long to see the quiet curve of another's nude shoulder; to never be satisfied, to never have the mind and body cheerfully stranded in a single location - this is the curse of the human race!

When men desire each other, they crash together like wrecking balls, quenching their need right then and there, as if the world were about to end.

I actually felt awed by the remote possibilities of the person you liked ever liking you back a corresponding amount.

I miss him every single day," she said. "I hate how the people who really get you are the ones you can never hold on to for very long. And the ones who don't understand you at all stick around. Ever noticed that?

I miss him every single day, he said. I hate how the people who really get you are the ones you can never hold on to for very long. And the ones who don't understand you at all stick around.

Would you like to become my wife? Imbecile! What a question. It's my greatest dream!!!

Not that she could have chosen to have the wind move through her hair the way it did, or commanded the sunlight to brighten her eyes. What she did had nothing to do with hair or eyes but with the way she moved that made the sky seem to long for her.

I took my morning walk, I took my evening walk, I ate something, I thought something, I wrote, I napped and dreamt something too, and with all that something, I still have nothing because so much of something has always been and always will be you. I miss you.

I want what everybody wants, that's how I know I'm still breathing...

under the radiant towers, the floodlit ramparts, must have wondered at my impulse to touch her, which was like touching myself, the way your own hand feels when you hold it because you want to feel contained.

Amy: Hey, Paisley, Ever fancied someone you know you shouldn't? Bracewell: What? Amy: Hurts, doesn't it? But kind of a good hurt.

A better time. A simpler time,' said the Doctor. 'That's what we all yearn for. The pain of wanting to belong somewhere. To go home.

He was an arsehole, but, God, she looked at Richard sometimes, the racing bike, the way he did the crossword in pencil first. There were evenings when she wanted Dad to ride in off the plains, all dust and sweat and tumbleweed, kick open the saloon doors and stick some bullet holes in those fucking art books.

He knew very well that love could be like the most beautiful singing, that it could make death inconsequential, that it existed in forms so pure and strong that it was capable of reordering the universe. He knew this, and that he lacked it, and yet as he stood in the courtyard of the Palazzo Venezia, watching diplomats file quietly out the gate, he was content, for he suspected that to command the profoundest love might in the end be far less beautiful a thing than to suffer its absence.

They would go about town sighing and talking to themselves. I love you, they would say to the imagined beloved, though it might have appeared to someone else that they were speaking to a snow shovel or an egg crate.

The way she looked at him, and he knew it, it was clear that she was seeking someone she could love, someone who would love her as if she were once again a girl and the world was young. There was no question that he was capable of such a thing. She could see it in his face and read it in his every expression.

He wanted actually to live inside the dream that captured his eye, to spend his days and nights in a fume of burnished gold.

When you're alone you can long so hard for something like an embrace that you mine it from the air. You find it in meanings that you might not otherwise grasp, for which it is helpful to arise early in the morning, when the mind is clear and the heart is gentle.

He wanted more than anything in the world to embrace her. But it seemed out of the question. Then she turned to him and stretched out her arms. And he went to her as if he had been born for it.

I wish that, like you, I could have spent my life transported aloft, as it were, every day, in music. Instead, I've lived like a caffeinated parrot.