Quotes About Yearning

Au galop mes jours m'échappent et en chacun d'eux je languis.

Distance is the soul of the beautiful.

La beauté séduit la chair pour obtenir la permission de passer jusqu'à l'âme.

If there is a real desire, if the thing desired is really light, the desire for light produces it. There is a real desire when there is an effort of attention. It is really light that is desired if all other incentives are absent.

Desire is impossible: it destroys its object. Lovers cannot be one, nor can Narcissus be two. Don Juan, Narcissus. Because to desire something is impossible, we have to desire what is nothing

Renoncer à tout ce qui n'est pas la grâce et ne pas désirer la grâce.

If there is a real desire, if the thing desired is really light, the desire for light produces it

The cocktail filled him with a whirling exhilaration behind which he was aware of devastating desires—to rush places in fast motors, to kiss girls, to sing, to be witty. ... He perceived that he had gifts of profligacy which had been neglected.

Oh, Sam, my dear, but I'm so grasping! I want the whole world, not just Zenith! I DON'T want to be a good wife and mother and play cribbage prettily! I want splendor! Great horizons!

A re you going to kiss me now or what?" I finally blurted out. "No," he said. "Then why is your face like two inches away from mine?" I asked. "I just like to look at you," he said seriously. "I want to look at you." His expression was almost pained.

I remember you. You were like burning firelight in that cave, all shimmery, dancing color. I lean closer over the island, mesmerized by his words, his hand on my face. If he keeps talking this way, he's going to see me like that again. Tell me you thought about me. That you think about me now. I thought about you, I whisper, I've never stopped thinking about you. Somehow I doubt I ever will.

He stares at me so darkly, so hungily that I can only nod. Agree. Of course, I feel it. I do, I admit.

I won't leave you! Do you know how unbearable it's been without you? You're not like the rest of them. His hand swipes through air almost savagely. I stare at him, my eyes wide and aching. You're not some well-trained puppy content to go along with what you're told. You have fire. He laughs brokenly. I don't mean literally, although there is that. There's something in you, Jacinda. You're the only thing real for me there, the only thing remotely interesting.

See you soon (but not soon enough).

All I can say is, she's the one I think about. All the time. She's the voice I want to hear. She's the face I hope to see. - Sam Roxton

Because it's human nature to hope for impossible things.

He's the one I think about. All the time. He's the voice I want to hear. When my phone bleeps, I hope it's him.

I'm lying. I don't just need someone like you. I need you.

I can't bring myself to move. Because as soon as I do, it will be time to be polite and matter-of-fact and back to normal. And I can't bear that. I want to stay here. In the place where we can say anything to each other. In the magic spell.

I want him. I'm sorry? I peer at her, flicking my mobile open out of habit. The man I just met. I felt it, right here. The sizzle. She presses her concave stomach. I want to dance with him.

But... we'll always have Paris. I pause, thinking this through. At least, you'll have it. And you can tell me about it.

As I stare at it,I can feel little invisible strings,silently tugging me toward it. I have to touch it. I have to wear it. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

I would go so far as to say I can't seem to build the life I want without you. Nothing fits.

Suddenly I can't bear being near him anymore. I can't bear seeing his generous, brave face, his woodland eyes, his everything... and knowing that they can't be mine.