Quotes About Yearning

one day I am gonna grow wings a chemical reaction hysterical but useless hysterical and a let down

I want a perfect garden.... I want a perfect soul

Talk Show Host" I want to, I want to be someone else or I'll explode Floating upon the surface for The birds, the birds, the birds You want me, well fucking well come and find me I'll be waiting with a gun and a pack of sandwiches And nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing You want me, well, come on and break the door down You want me, fucking come on and break the door down I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready...

You want me, well fucking well come and find me I'll be waiting with a gun and a pack of sandwiches And nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing

One day I am gonna grow wings A chemical reaction Hysterical and useless Hysterical and Let down and hanging around Crushed like a bug in the ground Let down and hanging around

I love you the way a drowning man loves air. And it would destroy me to have you just a little.

Maybe next year. Everything was maybe next year.

With every single fiber of her soul, she wanted to be With every single fiber of her soul, she wanted to be

Jake, anyway, and somehow that seemed far, far worse. The couldn't

That's what I thought I wanted. A nice, safe, uneventful life…Safe and uneventful are just other words for lonely. - Matt Harte

Just a kiss, he told himself. A simple taste and then they both could move on.

a man who smelled like sin and kissed like salvation.

No se acaba por ansiar aquello de lo que menos se dispone, lo que es distinto, lo que encandila y encanta, lo que sorprende?

Dragostea ce nu ajunge sa se materializeze niciodata ramane adesea idealul care-l ghideaza pe om.

The love that is never to be realized will often remain a man's guiding ideal.

Quiero quedar a solas con la ausente.

Sooner or later everyone is defeated by their desires.

Ryder has appeared in my dreams once in a while, and in my thoughts a little more often through the last five years (...)

It's like grains of sand crumbling in warning at the beginning of a landslide to realise I have not missed him.

She turns and walks on to the plane and the red dress flips and swishes through the doorway, vanishing from his sight but burned on to his retina like a hot kiss.

Die Armut erstickt unsere Träume, noch bevor sie zu Ende geträumt sind.

What are the chances you'd ever meet someone like that? he wondered. Someone you could love forever, someone who would forever love you back? And what did you do when that person was born half a world away? The math seemed impossible.

Warm. Wet. Woman. Tyrel Kincaid listed his needs in that order. He was standing at the end of the planked bar of a miner's saloon in a back-of-nowhere camp

Sidi, I ache inside. I yearn to fly away, to feel free in the light, in the dark. I don't ever want to come back.