Quotes About Yearning

Ultimately one loves one's desires and not that which is desired.

Since I love you, my loneliness begins to throw you.

Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow's dark array, - Days of absence, I am weary; She I love is far away.

In the rearview mirror I could see the front of the house, the bottom corners of the living room picture window, the line where the stone foundation gave way to staggered red bricks. My entire life, the sum total of my existence, was contained behind that wall, and it seemed to me that I should be able to step out of the car, walk through the front door, and simply reclaim it.

I wished God were like He used to be, a few notches lower. I wanted Him to be lofty enough to help me but not so uncontrollable. I longed for His warm presence, times when He seemed more… safe.

Oh I wish I had a river to skate away on.

Verliefdheid rust op het roekeloze besluit om verliefd te worden. Met zijn besluit had Simon de kwelling over zichzelf afgeroepen. De kwelling was masochistisch en theatraal. Het was gezocht ongeluk, zelfgeschapen wanhoop, ijdele parodie. Allemaal waar. Maar wat het ook mocht zijn, de kwelling werd er niet minder om.

De een hield de ander niet in de armen, maar toch leek het alsof zij elkaar wiegden.

Een misplaatst gevoel voor goede smaak weerhield hem ervan te zeggen dat hij haar had gemist en haar zou blijven missen. Maar er waren momenten dat de goede smaak maar even de andere kant op moest kijken. 'Ik jou ook,' antwoordde Lizzie.

Imagine, more precisely, that you are so afraid that you will not allow yourself even to know what you want. Knowing would simultaneously mean hoping, and your hopes have been dashed. You have your reasons for maintaining your ignorance. You are afraid, perhaps, that there is nothing worth wanting;

Everyone is always broadcasting to everyone else their desire to encounter the ideal.

And besides, my back feels naked without Jacob curled against it.

I rolled up my sleeve. Penned on my arm in my own writing: If I prove I'm not selfish, Daniel will love me.

I'll be fast. I can make you come in two minutes." "I can do that myself. I never get to see you anymore- I'd rather talk to you" That had to be the most romantic things anyone had ever said to me, and I went all gooshy inside.

we lingered there for just one more moment, and held each other, and savored the feeling of wanting and being wanted. Loving, and being loved.

Algú va dir una vegada que Déu és aquesta persona que està allà quan vols alguna cosa amb totes les teues forces i no se't concedeix.

El amor es lo único a lo que no se puede renunciar, porque está ahí, siempre. Aparece y desaparece a su antojo sin que puedas hacer nada...Las personas buscan el amor lo mismo que las plantas al sol.

Color of cinnamonClove's sweet smell,I've come a long wayTo see Gabrielle.

Contava agora tão-somente com um mundo de lembranças, nele recolhida, refugiada em recordações, cinzas com que apagar a brasa do desejo vivo.

Me disse que queria ser livre como um passarinho. A verdade é que ele tinha graça.

Por fora, o recato em pessoa. Calma de semblante e retirada, parecendo a própria mansidão; por dentro, ardendo de desejo, "em fogo consumida", como Oxum, seu orixá. Ah!, Dionísia, se soubesses como o fogo de Oxum queima as noites de tua comadre e seu corpo moreno, seu pelado ventre, lhe mandarias dar um banho de folhas ou um marido.

O desejo nascia dela, de seu peito, do silêncio, do devaneio, da solidão, do sonho. Sem motivo, sem ponto de partida, sem semente nem raiz. Nascendo dela — "de minha ruindade mesmo, Norminha" —, de seu corpo em febre, crescendo naquela carne estrumada de ausência, de penúrias, de maldições; ânsia plantada no esterco de sua danação:

Mas o que é uma donzela, tola e ignorante em seu desejo, se comparada a uma viúva, cujo anseio é feito de conhecimento e de ausência, de contenção e de penúria, de fome e de jejum, é lúcido e insolente?

Eu estava nas profundas, preso, de mãos e pés atados, me deu trabalho demais me desamarrar para vir te ver, meu bem. Mas tu me chamou, e eu vim, atravessando o fogo e o frio, o nada e o não. Chego e tu me nega o pão, a água de beber, por quê? — Ai, Vadinho…