Quotes About Yearning

She could have ... People still wanted to know.

Jag vill, i mitt liv, få älska någon som älskar mig.

Je veux dans ma vie pouvoir aimer quelqu'un qui m'aime.

Namo ?jau p?s?ias , ži?r?damas, galvodamas. Aš steb?jausi savimi, kaip aš toks vienas gal?jau išaugti, kad man vis? šit? žmoni? ir viso šito gyvenimo nereikia. Ta?iau kartu taip skaudžiai ilg?jausi žmogaus. Nedaug - tik vieno, vieno vienintelio man užtekt?.

My memory loves you… it asks about you all the time.

Everything you want in life has teeth.

I would have given him everything. I would have pulled down planets to make our life work.

quando perdi qualcuno e questo qualcuno ti manca, tu soffri perché la persona assente si è trasformata in un essere immaginario: irreale. Ma il tuo desiderio di lei non è immaginario. Così è a quello che devi aggrapparti: al desiderio. Perché è reale.

Certain voices hold this odd pull on our heartstrings. They are like sad oboes or something, something that makes you want to throw all your money at the radio while yelling, "I love you." I don't know what it is.

We want more than there is.

Even so tiny a loss has the power to still feel like a loss.

And of course there was the loss of women, some of whom he still woke up aching for. He'd study their remnants alone at night - slips of paper bearing old phone numbers. Photographs. A mitten. In bed he would stare at the ceiling, trying to seize on the exact feeling of a particular woman's head on his chest. It's weight, the smell of her hair.

When I was a teenager I wished for world peace, but now I yearn for a world in which competing ideologies are kept in balance, systems of accountability keep us all from getting away with too much, and fewer people believe that righteous ends justify violent means. Not a very romantic wish, but one that we might actually achieve.

Yu come face to face with love, and before the sun sets you've become someone you didn't used to be... It's the reason a wolf would chase a crow, even knowing he can't fly and she don't ever need to touch the ground.

Heights—an orange-vested Caltrans crew, stupidest agency in the state, taking petty-fascist satisfaction in blocking off two lanes. I sat, idling along with the Seville, rolled a foot or two, sat some more, finally got past La Cienega. Unmindful of the noise and the dirt. New focus: yearning to feel useful.

but i know blue only blue lonely blue without you

the embrace—one that seems to lack a center. A feeling of being held only by the very edges of who you are. Of wanting, so intensely, to be brought into the heart.

I would have liked to play the piano. Once at a concert an elderly lady leaned toward me: "You are a pianist, aren't you?"—"Unfortunately not, madam," I had to answer with regret. Even today, the thought that I don't play the piano and never will play it suffocates me, sometimes even more than the horrors, the dark river of my past carrying me through the years. I literally can't get over it.

I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can't tell fast enough, the ears that aren't big enough, the eyes that can't take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone.

Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on. I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.

This is love, she thought, isn't it? When you notice someone's absence and hate that absence more than anything? More, even, than you love his presence?

It's the tragedy of loving, you can't love anything more than something you miss.

I missed you even when I was with you. That's been my problem. I miss what I already have, and I surround myself with things that are missing.

For Perry, the absence of his daughter in his day-to-day life was like an open wound, an emptiness in his being that erupted in agony with even the softest touch of memory.