Quotes About Yearning

I cannot be content with less than Heaven.

I don't think that loneliness is necessarily a bad or unconstructive condition. My own skill at jamming time may actually be dependent on some fluid mixture of emotions, among them curiosity, sexual desire, and love, all suspended in a solvent medium of loneliness.

It's hard, Cotton. To let yourself love something you know you may never have.

When my bed get empty, make me feel awful mean and blue.

Always leave something to wish for otherwise you will be miserable from your very happiness.

Tu n'es pas venue. Je t'ai attendue des heures ou des jours, je ne sais. Je ne le sais pas parce que j'ai cessé d'être moi-même pour devenir une masse uniquement sensible à ton absence, comme si dans le vide pouvait se former un monceau de douleur, d'angoisses, comme si le néant avait un être.

Felix's wife began to find monotony in an Eden so well arranged; the perfect happiness which the first woman found in her terrestrial paradise gave her at length a sort of nausea of sweet things, and made the countess wish, like Rivarol reading Florian, for a wolf in the fold. Such, judging by the history of ages, appears to be the meaning of that emblematic serpent to which Eve listened, in all probability, out of ennui.

Though the comforts which all creatures desire, and for which he had so often longed, thus fell to his share, the Abbe Birotteau, like the rest of the world, found it difficult, even for a priest, to live without something to hanker for.

Like an eagle darting on his prey, he took her utterly to him, set her on his knees, and felt with an indescribable intoxication the voluptuous pressure of this girl, whose richly developed beauties softly enveloped him.

How hungry one's heart gets!

If you have desired your object only for one day, your love perhaps will not last more than three nights.

Why were we so far apart, even when we were together? It was a nice loneliness, like the sensation of washing your face in cold water.

It didn't matter whether he was nearby or far away. His image would drift up into your mind just when you least expected it, shocking you, making your chest pound. Making your heart ache.

I felt sure of this. However much I loved him, and as beautiful as the world was, none of it was powerful enough to take the weight off his heart, that heaviness that dragged him down, into the beyond, making him yearn to be at peace.

I wished my heart would break and get it over with.

No, I just wanted to recapture the incredibly vivid love we'd had at first- the love I'd shared with the tall man standing next to me, with the man I adored.

With Lizard, I felt overwhelmed by the desire to touch her skin, to kiss her, hold her, make love to her,no matter how it happened, I just had to have her, Lizard and no one else. Right then and there. Tears came to my eyes, I wanted her so much.

It was the truth. I felt a yearning love for every instant that passed.

I thought for a moment. Isn't it strange how we unconsciously search for something that will make us cry, only when we want to, and only when we're not able to?

If someone could give me some sort of evidence that what we're doing here is really love, I'd be so tremendously relieved that I'd probably kneel down at that person's feet. And if it isn't love, if it's eventually going to end, I want to go on sleeping like this; I want to stop hearing the phone when he calls. Let me be alone again.

No matter how dreamlike a love I have found myself in, no matter how delightfully drunk I have been, in my heart I was always aware that my family consisted of only one other person. The space that cannot be filled, no matter how cheerfully a child and an old person are living together—the deathly silence that, panting in a corner of the room, pushes its way in like a shudder. I felt it very early, although no one told me about it.

It was as if his tears had nowhere to go, they were meant for god alone.

I had heard people say that things like this happen between people in love, but I myself didn't know that such emptiness really existed.

Forse era solo il breve sogno di un'altra me stessa che non aveva più nessuna possibilità di vivere in questo mondo.