Quotes About Yearning

American dreams are strongest in the hearts of those who have seen America only in their dreams.

a man sitting still is alone, often, with the memory of all he doesn't have. And what he does have can look very much like nothing.

The birds sang in the dust in an elaborate weave, ambiguous, deafening, prey to existence poor passions lost between the modest summits of groves of mulberry and elder; and I, like them, in secluded places reserved for the lost and pure, would wait for evening to fall, for the silent smells of fire and joyous misery to fill the air, for the Angelus bell to toll, veiled in the new peasant mystery fulfilled in the ancient mystery.

I, too, head for the Baths of Caracalla, thinking—with my old, magnificent privilege of thinking… (And let there still be a god in me that thinks, lost, weak, and childish, yet whose voice is so human it is almost a song.) Oh, to leave this prison of poverty! To be free of the yearning that makes these ancient nights so splendid! He who knows yearning, and he who does not, have something in common: man's desires are humble.

For to a boy it can seem that he shall never have what he alone has never had.

If you know that I am an unbeliever, then you know me better than I do myself. I may be an unbeliever, but I am an unbeliever who has a nostalgia for a belief.

Ma io volevo baci larghi come oceani in cui perdermi e affogare, volevo baci grandi e baci lenti come un respiro cosmico, volevo bagni di baci in cui rilassarmi e finalmente imparare i suoi movimenti d'amore.

Io ho sempre voluto tutto Thomas. E mi sono sempre dovuto accontentare di qualcosa.

Aveva vent'anni e aveva bisogno di storie.

Desire increases when fulfillment is postponed.

Ho sognato due o tre cose alla volta, non ho mai desiderato nulla

J'aurais tant voulu être aimé qu'il me semble que j'aime.

When we have a favorite writer, it's always the places where they grew up, lived, worked, and that they recreated on the page that we most want to visit and commune with. Faulkner's Mississippi, Raymond Chandler's Los Angeles, etc. The mind of the reader longs to be somewhere, not just anywhere, and certainly not nowhere.

There are places that I've always wanted to go. First I went to Africa, and when I was there I realized there were places in Africa I really to wanted to visit: The Congo, West Africa, Mombassa. I wanted to see the deep, dark, outlandish places.

I don't want to be entertained. I don't want visuals or musicals. I don't want a vacation. I don't want to quit. I don't want sympathy. The cry of my heart is 'Just Give Me Jesus.'

I long for the raised voice, the howl of rage or love.

When you left on Saturday, I felt a horrible void, I saw you everywhere, on the beach, in your room, in the garden: impossible for me to get used to the idea that you had left.

There's a lot of times when I just want to scream into the void.

When a band retires or is In hiding, a void is created. The fans' need is still there.

I guess when there's a real void in your life and your marriage has become rotten, you fantasize a lot of things.

I had low self-esteem. I just really wanted attention and love from somebody.

I wish it were September 1948 and I wish I were 21 again.

I love serving this country, and I miss serving this country.

I never wanted a life of having a nice house, driving around, settling down.