Quotes About Yearning

Awake, she struggled to fill the hours until she could sleep again. But nothing she did made her feel whole. If she ate, she didn't taste the food. If she read, she couldn't remember the words. If she rested, she still felt tired

Being able to breathe underwater would be sweet.

We all have wings, but they have not been of any avail to us and if we could tear them off, we would do so.

Would that I were a dry well, and that the people tossed stones into me, for that would be easier than to be a spring of flowing water that the thirsty pass by, and from which they avoid drinking.

The borderlanders are people who are kind of caught in the middle. They think there must be another world out there. There probably is a God, but they are either turned off by the church or wounded by the church or wary of the church for whatever reason.

Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.

I sort of fell in love with the idea that we all love things that we're not supposed to, and that, often, that love is also 'tainted.' I wrapped it in sort of a graphic novel theme, and out of that came 'Tainted Love.'

I'm a professional wrestler at heart, and I miss it.

When you're away, I'm restless, lonely, Wretched, bored, dejected; only here's the rub, my darling dear, I feel the same when you're near.

I write about love, but it's me wanting to be in love. I've never been in love. I love my mom, my dad. I want to be in love. I think I have to allow myself to get there. I'm just so in love with music. It's weird. I'm at a crossroads because I want to be in love.

I think escapism is something artists write about pretty frequently - it's something everyone can relate to, the concept of wanting something more, wanting to find solace, wanting to have something better.

Writers, you know, are the beggars of Western society.

So, my sweetheart back home writes to me and wants to know what this gal in Bombay's got that she hasn't got. So I just write back to her and says, Nothin', honey. Only she's got it here.

Sometimes thought Liir-his first thought in weeks and weeks-sometimes I hate this marvelous land of ours. It's so much like home, and then it holds out on you.

How she wanted to put away adult things and go back to seeing through a looking-glass, darkly.

who knows what we want? We're all mysteries, even to ourselves.

How like a spoon with a razor edge is human need.

He was hungry without yet knowing that hunger could be slaked by food; he was lonely without yet knowing that loneliness could be slaked, too.

As for dreams, they are powered by urgent desire, even if that desire is only to escape the quotidian

Flying is desire fulfilled.

If you should see her,' said Glinda lightly, 'tell her I miss her still.

One of the persistent follies of human nature is to imagine true happiness is just out of reach.

He felt a wistfulness for things lost and irretrievable.

Oui je veux vous aimer mais vous aimer à peine Et mon mal est délicieux