Quotes About Yearning

Lust and greed are more gullible than innocence.

Fantasy mirrors desire. Imagination reshapes it.

Some days it just feels like I'm here for the shoes and the eternal hope that I shall be issued minions.

Because of this. Because your funny. Because you know Lolita. And Nabukov and James Mason too. Because you're cute and funny and i'm kind of sad and you haven't tried hitting on me once. Because you weren't even trying...

Aw, coffee, no.

Want,' she told her, in a measured tone, 'is an interesting word. It means lack. Sometimes if we fill that lack with something else the original want disappears entirely.

And love Such a silly game we play Like a summers day in May What is love What is love I just want it to be love

Come to me in my dreams, and then By day I shall be well again! For so the night will more than pay The hopeless longings of the day.

Wandering between two worlds, one dead The other powerless to be born, With nowhere yet to rest my head Like these, on earth I wait forlorn.

It's probably unhealthy to miss a life that never actually existed—to

That they dared make a town of this wet and sucking thing that vied with my foot for my boot at every step bespoke the glorious and yearning bullshit of men's souls.

And when she went that far in her thoughts it sounded absurd. Was she the same Emily Webster who had been so humble and adoring with Don? Could it be she seriously thought it possible that anyone so desirable as Jed Wakeman could be in love with her? The truth was that she did.

She felt heavy and lifeless, and her mind reached out despairingly for something to fill the day.

Je l'avais aimée éperdument ! Pourquoi aime-t-on ? Est-ce bizarre de ne plus voir dans le monde qu'un être, de n'avoir plus dans l'esprit qu'une pensée, dans le coeur qu'un désir, et dans la bouche qu'un nom : un nom qui monte incessament, qui monte, comme l'eau d'une source, des profondeurs de l'âme, qui monte aux lèvres, et qu'on dit, qu'on redit, qu'on murmure sans cesse, partout, ainsi qu'une prière.

Tell me what you want, what you really, really want, he said. Braiiinnnnssss, we said in unison.

i miss you so much it's giving me a pain in my pancreas.

Where do you look for someone who's never really there? Always on a staircase but never on a stair.

It's been a long week," Nate said. "Don't leave again. Don't leave me with these people." "Which people?" "Any people." "I don't count as people?" "Of course not," he said. "It's been all feelings and love. I want to go back to numbness and avoidance. You're great at that stuff.

Nowhere was good. Except with Eric. He had both perfumed and poisoned her entire world.

By this point, I was hungry – maybe hungrier than I'd ever been in my life.

She thought: To find a feeling that would hold, as their sum, as their final expression, the purpose of all the things she loved on earth . . . To find a consciousness like her own, who would be the meaning of her world, as she would be of his... A man who existed only in her knowledge of her capacity for an emotion she had never felt, but would have given her life to experience . . . and the desire would never be satisfied, except by a being of equal greatness.

How did you know what's been killing me? Slowly, for years, driving me to hate people when I don't want to hate.... Have you felt it, too? Have you seen how your best friends love everything about you—except the things that count? And your most important is nothing to them, nothing, not even a sound they can recognize. You mean, you want to hear? You want to know what I do and why I do it, you want to know what I think? It's not boring to you? It's important?

He said, looking down at her body, "Dagny, what a magnificent waste!" She had to turn and escape. She felt herself blushing, for the first time in years: blushing because she knew suddenly that the sentence named what she had felt all evening.

He lost, for that moment, all the days and dogmas of his past; his concepts, his problems, his pain were wiped out; he knew only—as from a great, clear distance—that man exists for the achievement of his desires, and he wondered why he stood here, he wondered who had the right to demand that he waste a single irreplaceable hour of his life, when his only desire was to seize the slender figure in gray and hold her through the length of whatever time there was left for him to exist.