Quotes About Yearning

It's been a long time since I felt something like hope. Don't ask me to give it up for Netflix and a Prius.

Oh my God - this is scary and sad all at the same time. I literally dream about buying my own groceries. Swear to God. Because it is something that is real and normal.

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me, choking my lost heart.

Since I can't be with you right now I will have to be content just dreaming about when we will be together again.

Our eyelashes brushed like they would weave together by themselves, turning us into one wild thing. I say, "I think I missed you before I met you even.

Mrs. Rimas cried at the mention of the wafer and the traditional Christmas blessing. "God grant that we are all together again next year.

Don't forget, Riddler, how I love thee. Or all we shared together. Or that this sea and all other seas can lead you back to me.

On the streets, unrequited love and death go together almost as often as in Shakespeare.

Elizabeth closed her eyes and wished herself back to that previous occasion when Robert had first kissed her and told her that he loved her. If only they could go back, wipe out the intervening years. If only she could change the way he was, make him become permanently what he had seemed to be then.

She would spend the rest of her life wondering about him . . . She would wonder if he ever thought of her . . .

You offer emptiness and heartache and an endless search for pleasure with which to fill the emptiness.

She did not want it. She did not want all this again. How she wished he had not come.

Where would we go?' she asked. 'Far, far away.' His eyes dipped to her lips when she moistened them with her tongue. 'Ah.' Her voice was a breathless whisper. 'The very best place to go.

Sometimes one feels the need of a word more powerful than love, or at least one more exclusive to the love of one's heart.

For a few dazed moments she had quite forgotten . . . For all the changes ten years had wrought in his physique, she had been caught up in very physical memories. And in the sort of yearning that self-discipline had suppressed in her for so many years that she had thought it quite dead.

She would have enjoyed sharing some of that relaxed warmth. She would have liked just one of those radiant smiles to be directed fully at her.

It would be so easy to forget, so easy to be enticed by an old dream.

And yet as the day progressed she had found herself wishing that he would come— now . If not sooner.

How could she even dream of life with another man when just thinking of him made her heart turn over?

It would be such bliss just to go to him and let him take charge of her life. And he would do so, she knew.

She found that she particularly hugged to herself the memories of the brief physical contacts they had shared.

I want you back, he said. And he abandoned himself to the words he was speaking.

I have excellent hopes, he said. I have ached for you for six years, and you have suffered too, I know. I love you now as I have from the beginning, and you love me. I believe we have a chance for a good marriage.

She knew that her only chance of attaining peace of mind was never to see him again. Yet how could she forget him? Dear God, how was she to live without him?