Quotes About Yearning

And I go out at six in the morning and start my search for you. If I've dreamt a message of a street or a pub or a station I go there. And I wait for you.

She's sick to the fucking gills of herself and wishes wishes wishes that something would happen to make life begin.

Us?ysz mnie, dostrze? mnie, dotknij mnie, kochaj mnie, uwolnij mnie!

Phaedara: Can't switch this off. Can't crush it. Can't. Wake up with it, burning me. Think I'll crack open I want him so much. I talk to him. He talks to me, you know, we, we know each other very well, he tells me things, we're very close. About sex and how much it depresses him, and I know -

Tu me remplis la tête comme ne savent le faire que les absents

Phaedra: Can't switch this off. Can't crush it. Can't. Wake up with it, burning me. Think I'll crack open I want him so much. I talk to him. He talks to me, you know, we, we know each other very well, he tells me things, we're very close. About sex and how much it depresses him, and I know -

You fill my head as only someone who is absent can.

There's a thing between us, an awesome f*cking thing, can you feel it? It burns. Meant to be. We were. Meant to be.

Sometimes I turn around and catch the smell of you and I cannot go on I cannot fucking go on without expressing this terrible so fucking awful physical aching fucking longing I have for you. And I cannot believe that I can feel this for you and you feel nothing. Do you feel nothing?

If I could be free of you without having to lose you.

I dread the loss of her I've never touched love keeps me a slave in a cage of tears I gnaw my tongue with which to her I can never speak I miss a woman who was never born I kiss a woman across the years that say we shall never meet Everything passes Everything perishes Everything palls my thought walks away with a killing smile leaving discordant anxiety which roars in my soul No hope No hope No hope No hope No hope No hope No hope

Still now I send letters into space Hoping that some mailman somewhere will track you down And recognise you from the descriptions in my poems That he will place the stack of them in your hands and tell you, There is a girl who still writes you, she doesn't know how not to

How strange, that when you are away, I reach for my cell phone's buzz as if it were your hand. Each shiver in my pocket, a way to find you.

No matter how she beseeched the stars for guidance, their light remained far awar and cold; they provided no answers and no comfort.

The song finished playing, and Arlo remembered why it had resonated with so many people. It's nostalgic for something that isn't real, and it's sad about that. Everybody's nostalgic for glory days that never happened.

When I kissed him goodnight he said, Again! and I kissed him again.

Maybe that's what I should be wishing for instead.

I go to another room, hoping someone will notice me, but I stay silent out of loyalty or fear.

I never joined Facebook because I want to preserve my old longings. And also yours.

Others were in love. Desire abandoned them all.

Her perfume enveloped him as he reached for her. His hands smoothed over soft fabric before finding the warmth of her skin. She lifted her mouth to his and kissed him hungrily, greedily. She tasted so good. Like sin. Like every dirty thought he'd ever had.

Why?" Why wouldn't he let her go? Why did he make her stay? She felt the brush of his lips over her hair. "Because I need you." "You don't know me." "I know." His finger under her chin lifted her face. "But I've waited centuries for the chance.

Hey, sweet talk isn't supposed to make you cry." "I think you're out of luck." "Because that was too corny?" "Because I blinked and you didn't go away. You're real." He felt the same way. The joy that she was here, the lingering panic that it was just another dream he'd wake up from, her name an echo of desperate hope in his head.

Deep within I'm shaken by the violence of existing for only you...