Quotes About Yearning

I'd rather share sunrise with him and loon call over the lake with him, the slap of shoreline threaded through screen windows with him—my heart slamming in my chest, against my shirt—a kind of kindling you'd never be able to light on your own.

Desire is like a fire ... In the end it makes us burst. And thought we achieve what we want, it will never Quench our thirst.

Desire is like a fire…In the end it makes us burst. And though we achieve what we want, it will never Quench our thirst.

When we are crushing on someone, they are a swirling blur of dimples and crooked smiles, hair flips and skateboard tricks.

Lifting your head, my slender arm beneath the nape of your neck, I want, suddenly, to suck your feverish lips with mine

My shiny black hair fallen into disarray, a thousand tangles, like a thousand tangled thoughts about my love for you.

If you're exposed to grief long enough, you can become addicted to it, you know. You begin to feel something's missing when­ever you're without sadness. And once this happens, sad­ness becomes a kind of queer delight...

Since I wanted nothing except permission to leave quickly and go to Mr. Tachikawa's house, I applied myself with fervor to copying the teacher's calligraphy. But you can't love what you don't like.

I have nothing I ever wanted, after I had everything.

What is a thousand years Time is short for one who thinks, endless for one who yearns.

What is ten thousand years? Time is short for one who thinks, endless for one who yearns.

Beaucoup de gens se plaignent de n'avoir pas ceci ou cela ; mais la cause en est toujours qu'ils ne l'ont point vraiment désiré.

Qu'est-ce-que faire l'amour ? c'est languir après le tout proche, comme si une fois levés tout les obstacles, , dans le contact des peaux, et l'entralacement des epidermes, l'Autre refusait encore de se laisser prendre.

If I can't get the girl, at least give me more money.

She already felt dead in everything but name. What remained to be taken from her? She longed to be enfolded, welcomed, into the earth - to breathe no more, love no more, hurt no more

An aching vacuum inside her sucking the air from her lungs. She hung her head and wept fiercely, the emptiness inside her growing larger not smaller; she felt as though it would grow so large it would suffocate her just as surely as the sea would have

No one understands the lonely perfection of my dreams.

In reality, we use our love to get the love we need.

It made her—a bizarre trick—long for a past that was still in the future.

I was as you are now. A peasant. I sought the world. Because the alternative was to spend the rest of my life looking up a plowhorse's backside.

She was made for her lord. Nobody is asking her if she wants him. It is bitter twisting to be shut up with a person you are not liking very much. I think she is often longing for the time when she was flowers on the mountain, and it is making her cruel, as the rose is growing thorns.

Was it too much to expect a future?

all his longings came out as a kind of disdain for what he longed for.

Oh, wouldn't it be loverly?