Quotes About Yearning

We're all holding onto something," Waits said. "None of us wants to come out of the ground." For Waits, "Hold On" was "two people who are in love, writing a song... about being in love".

I looked out at the street beyond the overhang. The rain was coming in at gray angled streaks. One of my hands moved to her cheek. I closed my eyes. Her skin was wet from the rain and I thought of tears.

She screamed. Her screaming was beautiful. But, truth be told he missed the crying.

him jump a little inside whenever they roamed his way. Her hair—off-limits to touch, but not to his other senses—entranced him, jet black, shoulder-length, tightly coiled like powerful springs, smelling slightly of chemicals and cinnamon, the beads at the end of each braid clicking together as she walked.

I don't know how to quantify the way I am around her, the person I am. When I'm with her, I feel hope. Possibility. It clings to me like a scent. Is this what love feels like? I've never felt it before, and I've never felt this before, so maybe they're the same. I could stay, maybe. For her, yes. I could stay. [...] But it was fun to think about it. Fun to pretend. Fun to have someone who—for a little while—cared as much as I do.

I suddenly do want to. I don't know why. I don't understand it. I'm not even sniffing around the edges of understanding it, but suddenly I want more than anything in the world to tell her. [...] I want to tell her because I realize now that it's true: I love her and I need her to know, and if I don't say it now, I'll never say it, and it has to come from me.

now it's like something's been born. Unintentionally, sure, but good, in its own way. But holding me back? Maybe? I don't know anymore. I don't know anything. I want to keep baking pizza. I want to go away. I want to figure out how Aneesa feels about me. I want to end it all. I want. I want. I want. I want too much and I don't know what I want at all. It used to be so easy, so clear.

After a little while, she takes my hand. Less than I want. More than I deserve. [...] Why didn't I kiss her? Because I'm going away. Am I? Am I still? I think. I think I need to. I think.

That night, after dark, before the rain, I sneak out of the house. I've mastered this particular skill over the course of many dead nights, when the silence is too loud and the solitude too confining. [...] the truth is, I could simply leave.

The truth is that today I had no destination. For some reason, I just had to ride past her house and see her. But that isn't the sort of thing you can confess to a girl while she is cleaning up from nursing you back to health. Or ever.

I don't know how to quantify the way I am around her, the person I am. When I'm with her, I feel hope. Possibility. It clings to me like a scent.

Very often one "pushes away" the very thing that one most wants to grab, like a lover. This is a common, although distressing, psychological mechanism, having to do (in my opinion) with the fact that what is presented is not presented "purely", that there is a little canker or grim place in it somewhere.

Desire is the essence of a man.

How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers

Sudden as a knife you thrust into my sorry heart and strong as a host of demons came, gaudy and libertine, to make in my corrupted mind your bed and bedlam there; Beast, who bind me to you close as convict to his chains.

Come back, I beg you, and I shall be gentle and modest in my desires.... I won't say you'll find me no longer in love, but you cannot prevent my mind wandering around your arms, those beautiful hands of yours, your eyes which are the mainspring of life, and all your adorable earthly being. No, I know you cannot prevent it: but fear not, you are for me an object of worship, and I am incapable of defiling you.

What is love? The need of coming out of one's self.

We long for what we cannot have, yet desire it not so much because it would benefit us, as because it is beyond our reach.

To lead a better life I need my love to be here Here, making each day of the year Changing my life with a wave of her hand Nobody can deny that there's something there

When I'm with him, everything makes so much sense…when I'm away, it's so much shit.

I started running away when I was five years old. It wasn't until I was an adult that I realized what I really wanted was somebody to come after me when I was running away.

You don't get everything you want. That doesn't exist in this realm.

I wanted to be a rebel so badly.

I kinda wanted to play receiver more.