Quotes About Yearning

One recalls John Updike's argument: the only evidence for the existence of God is the collective human yearning that it should be so.

The hot macadam pulled on his shoes, like desire ...

I long to burst out of the world of money and into - into what? Into the world of thought and fascination.

To understand Michelangelo and his art, it is necessary to accept both these truths. He believed that the sight of beautiful individuals was a path to the divine beauty and goodness of God. Simultaneously, it was a source of hopeless erotic yearning.

I had hoped that the white moderate would see this need. Perhaps I was too optimistic; perhaps I expected too much. I suppose I should have realized that few members of the oppressor race can understand the deep groans and passionate yearnings of the oppressed race, and still fewer have the vision to see that injustice must be rooted out by strong, persistent and determined action.

I felt like I could never get enough of you even if I melted into you like snow on wet grass.

She closed her eyes as his full weight stretched over her. They fit together perfectly and as they clung together her woman's body felt that at last she had found the man's bones from which she'd been created, and she was overcome with desire to become one flesh.

He gazed up at the blue sky and knew that heaven—at least in this life—was neither a time nor a place to be grasped and made into a possession. It came in fleeting moments and then went away again to leave one nostalgic and yearning and on the verge of tears. Very much on the verge of tears. And very frightened.

Why is it, she asked, snuggling closer, that I so often imagine myself running away and running free?

You really love me? she asked wistfully. The devil! he exclaimed, looking over his shoulder. Did I forget to say it? The thing I came to say?

Would she be able to bear never seeing him again? Never in this life?

You are my own. You are my own. He had not meant the words in that way. He had been talking strictly about possession. But oh, the longing for his love was an unbearably painful ache in her.

The longing for something beyond yourself, beyond anything you have ever known or dreamed of?

Sometimes, one yearns for something.For the ultimate in happiness. I yearn for it,and don't know where to look for it any longer. And I don't know if I would recognize it if I found it. And the longer I look, the more selfish I grow.For I think only of my own happiness. i think I have lost the ability to make someone else happy. If I ever had it. And I suppose we can never be happy unless we can also give happiness.

You are not by any manner of means the sort of woman I am in search of as a wife, and I am in a totally different universe from the husband you hope to find. But I feel a powerful urge to kiss you, for all that.

This was it. This was what she had longed for throughout the lonely years of her girlhood. Suddenly she felt lonelier than she had ever felt. And so excited she could barely breathe, Tresham stepped up beside her, drew her arm through his again, set his free hand lightly over hers, and said not a word. She had never loved him more.

You will find that wanting, even loving, is not enough.

Home had always been a place to dream of.

I want you, my dear. I do believe I have fallen in love with you. What a nasty ailment that may prove to be! I have not suffered from it before. Is it deadly, do you suppose? Is it a terminal illness?

She wanted it to last forever. She wanted him in her. She wanted release. She could not endure much longer without release. But not yet. Not yet. She wanted the wanting him to go on forever. She did not want thought or sanity or the cold and cruel world to come back. She wanted this to go on forever.

I crave for mental exaltation.

Every step I have taken has been to bring myself closer to you.

Here again, I saw life in all its noisy excitement passing me by.

Estava a viver apenas metade em Gion, a outra metade de mim vivia nos meus sonhos de regressar a casa. É por isso que os sonhos podem ser coisas tão perigosas; continuam acesos mesmo sem chama, e às vezes consomem-nos completamente