Quotes About Yearning

All the first years, their only question had been -- asked with beseechings and tears that might have moved stone, in time, perhaps, but hearts are not stones: Is he alive? Is she alive?

We do not get ice-cream every where, and so, when we do, we are apt to dissipate to excess. We never cared any thing about ice-cream at home, but we look upon it with a sort of idolatry now that it is so scarce in these red-hot climates of the East.

The poor morsel of food only whetted desire.

Presently a vagrant poodle dog came idling along, sad at heart, lazy with the summer softness and the quiet, weary of captivity, sighing for change.

And when it comes to beauty - and goodness too - she lays over them all. I hain't ever seen her since that time that I see her go out of that door; no, I hain't ever seen her since, but I reckon I've thought of her a many and a many a million times, and of her saying she would pray for me; and if ever I'd a thought it would do any good for me to pray for her, blamed if I wouldn't a done it or bust.

Presently it occurred to him that he wished he was sick; then he could stay home from school.

Would she cry, and wish that she had the right to put her arms around his neck and comfort him?

Here a captive heart busted.

Kaybettiklerimin aras?nda, en çok akl?m? özlüyorum. ..

L'avevo messo là dentro senza riflettere, poiché avevo immaginato che sarebbe stato particolarmente comodo averlo lì dentro. E ora, il pensiero che era lì, così a portata di mano e tanto vicino eppure irraggiungibile peggiorava la situazione e la rendeva insopportabile. Già, la cosa che non si può avere è la cosa che più si desidera; tutti lo sanno.

For when a man's soul is starving, what does he care for meat and roof so he can but get that nobler hunger fed?

I want something else. I'm not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it's drenched in sunlight and it's weightless and I know it's not cheap. It's probably not even real.

i miss u i love you there's no second ive lived you can't call your own

she still cannot resist looking out the window every couple of minutes. The sound of a passing truck causes her to glance away. Even if there is no sound, the weight of a hundred seconds always turns her head.

I miss you. I love you. There's no second I've lived you can't call your own.

all I have to do is extend my hand but I can't run that far.

Even the brightest magnesium flare can do little against such dark except blind the eyes of the one holding it. Thus one craves what by seeing one has in fact not seen.

One glance at her, even now in the glass of my mind, and I want to take off and travel with her.

For some reason, I've been thinking more and more about my mother and the way her life failed her, humiliated her with impulses beyond her command, broke her with year after year of the same.

If we desire to live, we can only do so in the margins of that place.

In that peculiar contradiction that serves as connective tissue in so many relationships, it is possible to see that she loves Navidson almost as much as she has no room for him.

i miss the man i thought i was before i met her the man who would have saved her who would have done something who would have been tom maybe hes the one im looking for or maybe im looking for all of them i miss u i love u there's no second ive lived you can't call your own -Navy

wondering then if I would ever see her again, sensing I wouldn't, hoping senses were wrong but still not knowing.

rocking back and forth between wishful thinking and some private agony until the bar breaks.