Quotes About Yearning

How'd it feel? Rube asked himself. I don't know exactly, but it made me want to howl.

Por encima de todo, la ladrona de libros ansiaba volver al sótano a escribir o leer su historia una vez más. Ahora que lo pienso, sin duda se le veía en la cara. Se moría de ganas de reencontrar esa seguridad, ese hogar, pero era incapaz de moverse. Además, el sótano ya no existía. Era parte del paisaje desvastado.

I only know it would have been nice to be making love instead of attempting murder.

I see myself beneath her. Being taken and made love to. I feel her. I know her. Taste her champagne mouth. Ignore the ugly teeth. Just shut my eyes and taste her.

And when we finally stood up and turned to face the world, I could feel something climbing through me. I could feel it on its hands and knees inside me, rising up, rising up - and I smiled. I smiled, thinking, The hunger, because I knew it all too well. The hunger. The desire. Then, slowly, as we walked on, I felt the beauty of it, and I could taste it, like words inside my mouth.

My soul needs yours

Then the music begins and we can both hear the slow, quiet, sweet desperation of a song I won't mention. Imagine the softest, toughest, most beautiful song you know, and you've got it.

I'd wanted to stay on that porch with him until the sun shone bright on both of us, but I didn't. I stood up and walked down the steps. I'd rather chase the sun than wait for it.

I wish I could hold up that knife and tear open the world. I'd slice it open and climb through to the next one.

In the darkness of my dark-beating heart, I know. He'd have loved it, all right.

Around six-thirty, Rory was across the street, leaning against a telegraph pole, smiling just for laughs; the world was filthy, and so was he. After a short search, he pulled a long strand of girls' hair from his mouth. Whoever she was, she was out there somewhere, she lay open-legged in Rory's head. A girl we'll never know, or see.

Papa was an accordion. But his bellows were all empty. Nothing went in and nothing came out.

Cuéntame, Jimmy —dice. El temblor de las manos aumenta—. ¿Dónde has estado todo este tiempo? —Su voz es angustiada pero dulce —. ¿Dónde has estado? Tengo algo atascado en la garganta. Son las palabras. Finalmente las reconozco y digo: —He estado buscándote.

You might argue that I make the rounds no matter what year it is, but sometimes the human race likes to crank things up a little. They increase the production of bodies and their escaping souls.

At times, it makes me want to stop and stay. Stay for ever.

She waited for the suffocation of sleep.

No quiere amarme pero tampoco quiere perderme.

He venido —susurro— por ti.

Puedo oler el sexo en ella, y solo deseo que ella pueda oler el amor en mí.

La memoria me dice que en la parte de atrás [...] había muchos anhelos.

No começo, Liesel não conseguiu dizer nada. Talvez fosse a súbita turbulência do amor que sentiu por ele. Ou será que sempre o tinha amado? Era provável. Impedida como estava de falar, desejou que ele a beijasse. Quis que ele arrastasse sua mão e a puxasse para si. Não importava onde a beijasse. Na boca, no pescoço, na face. Sua pele estava vazia para o beijo, esperando.

I saw him hip-deep in some icy water, chasing a book, and I saw a boy lying in bed, imagining how a kiss would taste from his glorious next-door neighbor. He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It's his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.

Sometimes she would whisper the word Mama and see her mother's face a hundred times in a single afternoon.

No crime in wanting a little more