Quotes About Yearning

Whatever you want the most, it's going to be the worst thing for you.

Want is a thing that unfurls unbidden like fungus, opening large upon itself, stopless, filling the sky. But needs, from one day to the next, are few enough to fit in a bucket, with room enough left to rattle like brittle brush in a dry wind.

Our house is like an empty cigarette packet, lying around reminding you what's not in it.

I have seen women looking at jewelry ads with a misty eye and one hand resting on the heart, and I only know what they're feeling because that's how I read the seed catalogs in January.

For the first time in her life she could see perfectly well how a person arrived on that flight path: needing an alternative to the present so badly, the only doorway was a high window.

When men want to kiss you they act like they are just on the brink of doing something that's going to change the whole wide world.

Summer's heat had never really arrived, nor the cold in it's turn, and everything living now seemed to yearn for sun with the anguish of the unloved. The world of sensible seasons had come undone.

Shoes, then, sliding me across the floor to greet the day. Dreaming of coffee. I'm afraid I didn't miss the physical presence of my husband in his absences as much as I missed coffee.

We are bodies, sometimes with dreams and always with desires.

I wanted to go home. Which was nowhere, but it's a feeling you keep having, even after that's no longer a place anymore. Probably if they dropped a bomb and there wasn't any food left on the planet, you'd still keep feeling hungry too.

I am looking for the door to another world. I've waited thousands of years. Take me.

I was born to wish for more than I can have.

I'm out of the habit. I've spent years trying not to want. Just, you know, as an endeavor, like quitting smoking.

The hopeless wishes that won't quit stalking you: some perfect words you think you could say to somebody to make them see you, and love you, and stay. Or could say to your mirror, same reason.

driving me to see my mom get put in the ground. It hit me pretty hard, how there's no kind of sad in this world that will stop it turning. People will keep on wanting what they want, and you're on your own.

I'd give anything to have stayed home. If wishes were horses, like they say. We'd all have different shit to shovel.

regular Niagara of blond highlights was Crystal, sitting alone with her breakfast, gazing at it with such earnest focus, you'd think she was on a first date with that Pepsi and glazed doughnut.

The truth is, it didn't matter what or how hard we yelled. Nothing was coming back to us.

It hit me pretty hard, how there's no kind of sad in this world that will stop it turning. People will keep on wanting

you've not seen the far end of lonely.

Sometimes I tell her: Mommy Mommy. I just say that. Father isn't listening so I can say it. Her real name is Mother and Misrus Price but her secret name to me is Mommy Mommy. He went away on the airplane and I said, "Mama, I hope he never comes back." We cried then.

Well, that's how thick I am, I never knew how to want what everyone wants. I only thought to look for a home, some place to be taken in. Handing over a crumpled heart, seeing it dropped in the wastepaper basket every time. Here, though. Americans sent love letters in return.

I was afraid of crying if I couldn't touch her.

I wanted to go home. Which was nowhere, but it's a feeling you keep having, even after that's no place anymore.