Quotes About Yearning

You're either a figure for fucking or a fucking freak. Everyone needs a one-and-only after a while. I'm twenty-two, Zuky-do. Middle aged! A Venus must 'ave an Adonis. Even if it's just for a while. Bronzed, rippling, adoring, preferably, compliant, essentially. Someone to come home to, to cook a pease pudding for of a winter's night. Look at the facts.

She giggles at the thought and realizes quite suddenly that Donovan is religion to her. She folds her hands and bows her head. She'd asked for him. Had

It was in his high school music class that he first became acquainted with a battered caramel-colored Stella Parlor. When Harlan raked his fingers over the six strings, his entire body vibrated. He'd never thought of himself as incomplete - one half of something he could name - but there it was, the very thing that had been missing from his young life.

In der That ja: Sie scheinen mich zu meiden. Warum?" "Warum? Weil – weil ich Sie anbete.

Our love was sweet and tart like lemonade on a sun-scorched day or the sweat that runs down your lover's face. It was bittersweet, more bitter than sweet.

What a miserable thing life is: you're living in clover, only the clover isn't good enough.

Unhappy is the land that needs a hero.

Von den Leben, die hellen. Von den Toden, die schnellen ORGES WÜNSCHLISTE

Dikeledi could make no secret of the fact that, in relation to men, she often suffered from high blood pressure, except that the trouble with the bloodstream had eventually boiled down to one, unattainable man.

She reads his poems gratefully in her small Mississippi town. It's an undramatic life, yet these past months she seems to have found the intensity he yearns for, This also sounds like bragging, though she doesn't mean it to. If she could, she'd let him bear her secret. She'd let all great men bear it, for s few hours. Then, when she too it back, they'd remember how it feels to be inhabited.

I don't remember what we ate or drank or discussed, I remember only the long table filled with high-spirited bohemians—intellectuals, internationals, the great unwashed—and how I yearned to be one of them.

De seks enkle ordene ga gjenlyd i meg og fylte rommet med lys: Jeg vil veldig gjerne ha deg ... Jeg vil veldig gjerne ha deg ... Skuldrene mine begynte å riste. Vantro kjente jeg hvordan tårene spratt fra øynene og begynte å renne nedover kinnene på meg. Tante Tootie la armene om meg og trakk meg inntil seg.

A bare lightbulb flickered and buzzed near the ceiling, and the odors of old age and despair spilled from the open doorways. Though I tried to keep my eyes set on the floor in front of me, I couldn't help taking a sideways glance into some of the rooms. One old lady with deep-suffering eyes reached her hand through the metal rails surrounding her bed, spread her bony fingers, and begged me to take her home. It was the saddest five seconds of my life.

She gazed up at his face, ran her fingers along his unshaven cheeks. "I missed you." He pulled her into his arms. She relaxed into him and let him hold her. She could feel the rhythm of his heart and pressed her lips against the soft cotton T-shirt that covered his chest. "I missed you," she whispered again. He stepped back for a moment, holding her at arm's length. "I missed you, too.

The night before, I'd gone overboard with my Lila poems, and maybe it's true that I was hoping that in them he'd see the genius of me, the beauty of my words in his hands.

Love is what you give and love is what you want and love is how you wait, but it doesn't save you

Love is what you give and love is what you want and live is how you wait, but it doesn't save you

Just us, just them, and the ache of their lives, the ache to put their lives on the page, the ache to count. Writing as a way of counting. Teaching as an invitation.

Use the distance between the facts and your yearning to change those facts as your personal redemption.

The ache driving through her was terrible. Now she knew the awful truth of it. She could love these books with all the learning and wisdom they represented with everything that was in her, but they would never love her back. She needed to be held just now, and only a pair of human arms that moved at the impulse of a human heart could provide that. There were some needs that knowledge, however grand, however necessary, could never fill".

When you really love someone, you think about him all the time. No matter where you are or what you're doing, he never completely leaves your thoughts. When you're apart, you want to be with him. When you're together, you're conscious of every move he makes, every word he says, and every breath he takes. Just the sight of him makes your heart rae and your mouth go dry. And when he touches you, the rest of the world disappears.

Ice cream cravings are not to be taken lightly.

The line of his cheek bunched in a smile. My heart made a little lurch toward him. But if I let it move, it would spill its cargo into the sea of pain, so I held it still again, tight and cold.

The real thing was how I felt: like a root groping in darkness for water it knows is there, that it must have. Nall was that water.