Quotes About Yearning

He took one step forward, thinking to run after the carriage, to run mad, madder than he already was.

His eyes gleamed hungry, even desperate. "I want you," he murmured. "Exactly as you are, every curve, every freckle—everything.

can't do it while caught in this half-life!

Odeio-o - disse Kate, com convicção. - Bem, eu não. Porque é melhor viver como uma chama Kate, conhecer um homem e amá-lo, mesmo que ele não possa ser teu, do que nunca amar.

He didn't have to live in costume. He was no Hamlet. Yet somehow he had become Hamlet: emotional, uncontrolled, desperate. His reaction felt primitive and entirely ungentlemanly. No subtleties. He wanted—he wanted her. Joan. No Lucy Lockett for him. He would have her, his unladylike, dramatic, illegitimate . . . love. He

He didn't adore Stella. He craved her, like water in a desert.

Ricerco un bene fuori di me. Non so chi 'l tiene non so cos'è. (Aria di Cherubino).

no one was happy, everyone felt they were stuck there against their will, everyone was looking for something else, everyone knew there was a better life for them outside its walls.

de la implacable sensación de que mi vida se me queda corta.

Lo que yo desearía en la vida es saber nadar por la superficie.

Six dollars," Matt muttered as a sharp stone cut into his linen-bound foot. I could spend that much in six minutes at the mall! Not that there is a mall anywhere near here , he thought gloomily, looking into the darkened woods. What I wouldn't give to see a mall right now, with heat and electric lights and restaurants and shoe stores! But that's all two hundred years away.

I'm not even sure what I want, but that's not the point - it's that I want it now.

I don't wanna be a lover, I just wanna be your victim.

There's a girl here and She's almost you...

I'd rather go on hearing your lies, than to go on living without you.

Perhaps one of the reasons why God chooses to leave us in this terribly broken world with its various disappointments is to create in our souls a certain dissatisfaction, an insatiable hunger for home.

Because we were made for him, any place where he isn't will never satisfy us. In

I would like to be free, totaly free... free like an aborted child.

How I wish I didn't know anything about myself and this world!

There was a time when time did not yet exist. … The rejection of birth is nothing but the nostalgia for this time before time.

How good would it be if one could die by throwing oneself into an infinite void.

Not one moment when I have not been conscious of being outside Paradise.

I long to be free—desperately free. Free as the stillborn are free.

To win the guilty kiss of a saint, I'd welcome the plague as a blessing.