Quotes About Yearning

There was always a creative impulse in me but I never felt rooted to anything.

I didn't want much. I wanted much more. In fact, I wanted everything.

Right now, they feel they have lost their voice, and their miseries have increased since my departure.

My children are 10 and three, and the longing and the need for them is incredibly powerful.

Und du? Kommst du manchmal an diesen Ort Und trauerst dem Kuss nach, den wir uns nicht gegeben haben?

Du betrachtest das, was mit uns geschieht, ein wenig wie eine Krankheit. Wenn es eine ist, dann will ich nicht gesund werden. Der Gedanke, dass es Dich irgendwo gibt, und dass du manchmal an mich denkst, hilft mir zu leben.

Ich fand meinen Platz in seinem Leben nicht mehr. Hatte ich überhaupt einen, einen anderen als den geträumten?

Les phrases amoureuses que j'aurais voulu entendre depuis quatre ans, voilà qu'il me les disait alors que je n'écoutais plus. Et voilà qu'il m'écrivait quand il partait en reportage des lettres qu'il croyait d'amour. [...]« Je t'embrasse comme je t'aime», ne valaient pas à mes yeux le petit « je t'I » de Pierre. Il me semblait à moi qu'on aime plus quand on le dit mieux.

Mentre la donna parlava, descriveva l'estate della pace, una smorfia dolorosa si disegnò e fermò sulla faccia di Milton. Senza Fulvia non sarebbe estate per lui, sarebbe stato l'unico al mondo a sentir freddo in quella piena estate. Se però Fulvia era ad aspettarlo sulla riva di quell'oceano burrascoso attraversato a nuoto… Doveva assolutamente sapere, doveva assolutamente, domani, rompere quel salvadanaio ed estrarne una moneta per l'acquisto del libro della verità.

When I'm alone with only dreams of you that won't come true what'll I do?

I wonder if we'll ever meet My song of love is incomplete I'm just the words, looking for the tune Reaching for the moon and you

Hell is not to love any more, madame. Not to love any more!

The others want to coerce her. I want her to want me... so he prayed to Aphrodite, goddess of love.

She waited uneasily and shyly. From afar he saw that her eyes--clearly her father's--were filled with desperate innocence. He pictured, in her, his own redemption. Violins and lit candles revolved in the sky. Leo ran forward with flowers out-thrust.

A meshummed gives up one God for another. I don't want either. We live in a world where the clock ticks fast while he's on his timeless mountain staring in space. He doesn't see us and he doesn't care. Today I want my piece of bread, not in Paradise.

At times, he heard the 'call' with every fibre of his being. For some time, I have been hearing it too. And that, perhaps, is the long way.

Thoughts, pictures of him would come to me just a second after waking, shocking me from the forgetfulness of sleep, striking blows that were almost physical. And even in sleep I was not completely free. So often sleep brought dreams of him.

God a-damn me the day I chose to enter this hellish so-called marriage instead of following my Morris-loving, sweet-loving, full-blooded, hot-blooded, pumping-rumping, throbbing organ of an uncontainable, unrestrainable, undetainable man-loving heart .

she's got what she needs, not the same as what she wants

Truth is, both of us was desperate to be anything other than what we was.

Dominique began to regret allowing Nzinga to do everything and make decisions for her she started to yearn to do the housework herself, yearn to cook, to clean, to do a job that was more intellectually demanding her life was becoming empty of purpose other than to love Nzinga unconditionally, and, increasingly, obey her even the simplest things became a source of difficulty

the house breathes differently when Yazz isn't there

Winsome wished he hadn't awakened a longing in her that he wouldn't satisfy. He'd given her a taste of himself and then withdrawn it. She didn't hate him for it, she wanted him more because of it.

When you're a slave you dream of either owning slaves or freeing them.