Quotes About Yearning

Perhaps you think it's quiet in the prison, but it's noisy. For every activity iron doors have to be opened and closed and iron passageways and iron steps have to be walked down. By day people shout at one another and at night they shout in their sleep....You want to know what the worst thing is? That life is elsewhere. That you're cut off from kt and rotting, and the longer you wait for afterward, the less afterward is worth.

Since our nights together on that trip, I had longed every night to feel her next to me, to curl up against her, my stomach against her behind and my chest against her back, to rest my hand on her breasts, to reach out for her when I woke up in the night, find her, push my leg over her legs, and press my face against her shoulder.

In spite of the fact that she pushed me away again and again, and again and again I crawled to her.

Sé que me pareció hermosa. Pero no consigo evocar su hermosura.

Pero, en el amor, el otro nunca está disponible.

I could never stop comparing the way it was with Gertrud and the way it had been with Hanna; again and again, Gertrud and I would hold each other, and I would feel that something was wrong, that she was wrong, that she moved wrong and felt wrong, smelled wrong and tasted wrong. I thought I would get over it. I hoped it would go away. I wanted to be free of Hanna. But I never got over the feeling that something was wrong.

a seductiveness that had nothing to do with breasts and hips and legs, but was an invitation to forget the world in the recesses of the body.

Gura m? durea de s?rut?ri.

I had the feeling she could only be what she was to me at an actual distance.

All human activity is prompted by desire.

I must, before I die, find some way to say the essential thing that is in me, that I have never said yet -- a thing that is not love or hate or pity or scorn, but the very breath of life, fierce and coming from far away, bringing into human life the vastness and the fearful passionless force of non-human things.

The centre of me is always and eternally in terrible pain ... A searching for something beyond what the world contains, something transfiguring and infinite.

It is hard to fight with one's heart's desire. Whatever it wishes to get, it purchases at the cost of soul.

Something of the same strain and anguish seems to have entered the soul of ivilised man. He knows there is something better than himself almost within his grasp, yet he does not know where to seek it or how to find it. In despair he rages against his fellow man, who is equally lost and equally unhappy.

But in the 'nineties young men desired something more sweeping and passionate, more bold and less bland.

I must, before I die, find some means of saying the essential thing which is in me, which I have not yet said, a thing which is neither love nor hate nor pity nor scorn but the very breath of life, shining and coming from afar, which will link into human life the immensity, the frightening, wondrous and implacable forces of the non-human.

To her all things are poignantly lacking — but she is incapable of desiring anything.

God made our souls to long for Him, and we are not fully satisfied without His presence in our lives.

My body faints for You in a land that is dry, desolate, and without water. Psalm 63:1

God waits, watches, and hopes that the sun will not set on our length of days without our standing on tiptoes at the extremity of life, yelling, "Is there not more than this?

After my skin has been destroyed, yet in my flesh I will see God. I myself will see him with my own eyes...[on] a white horse whose rider is called Faithful and True….How my heart yearns within me!" JOB 19:26-27; REVELATION 19:11; JOB 19:27

Desiring is a part of dreaming.

I always had a repulsive need to be something more than human.

I'm a ladies' man who can never make love. I'm resigned to that.