Quotes About Yearning

I was seeing this girl recently and used to call her up saying I missed her. I can't help it after a few drinks!

I always wanted to be Jo in 'Little Women.' She's a bit reckless and feckless, always getting into trouble like me. But I'm probably more like Madame Bovary.

You need characters who want things. They want love, they want recognition, they want happiness.

You could hear him, literally, half a mile away when he opened up. He was at his peak then. He was, naturally, dying to get out of the place he was in, and he recorded for us his appeal for pardon to the governor.

Sometimes I long for the parents I didn't have; that's a recurring nightmare.

I was in my early 30s, and I longed for real friendships and real relationships, and I started asking myself why I didn't have that. I had a couple of male friends, but every time I would hang out with them, it felt like there was something keeping us apart.

Happiness? No, it's not there for me.

I hated my whole childhood, hated it, hated it, hated it. There was no place for me.

I hated Long Island, and I had to get out.

I always wanted to live in a haunted house.

The fact is I am not having sex. But I feel absolutely ripe for the, what would you say? plucking?

I've never been to Hawaii. It looks amazing.

I keep coming back to you in my head, but you couldn't know that, and I have no carbons.

All my life I feel like I haven't been heard.

Music I heard with you was more than music, and bread I broke with you was more than bread. Now that I am without you, all is desolate; all that was once so beautiful is dead.

I loved growing up in Shaker Heights, and I really miss it.

I don't like things held up before me that I cannot have.

Romantic heroes and heroines are a bit different from the sort of people we run into every day.

Perhaps the best thing for the princess would have been to fall in love. But how a princess who had no gravity could fall into anything is a difficulty–perhaps the difficulty.

It opened a little way, and a face came into the opening. It was Lona's. It's eyes were closed, but the face itself was upon me, and seemed to see me. It was as white as Eve's, white as Mara's, but did not shine like their faces. She spoke, and her voice was like a sleepy night-wind in the grass. Are you coming, king? it said. I cannot rest until you are with me, gliding down the river to the great sea, and the beautiful dream-land. The sleepiness is full of lovely things: come and see them.

I need a God; and if there be none how did I come to need one?

Perhaps the best thing for the princess would have been to fall in love. But how a princess who had no gravity could fall into anything is a difficulty--perhaps THE difficulty.

Thy red lips, like worms, Travel over my cheek.

leaning with her back bowed into the back of the chair, her head hanging down and her hands in her lap, very miserable as she would say herself, not even knowing what she would like, except to go out and get very wet, catch a particularly nice cold and have to go to bed and take gruel.