Quotes About Yearning

A muscle moved in Tucker's jaw. He said, "You mean you want berating space. I breath better when you are close by.

That's something I missed, lying in bed listening to the rain with someone I loved. That's something I missed, having someone I loved.

What the hell was the point of protective custody if you weren't at least going to get to have sex with your protector?

He was so beautiful. He wasn't mine. I should run to the mountains now, and hide. I should run right into his arms and demand that he close them around me. I should run home to my mother and cry into her lap.

I'd only wanted, desperately, for him to be a thing that I could have.

sex was where laurel knew she knew him, and talking was the way she called him to her.

Hana didn't know that I existed, much less that I was looking for her. She didn't know that anyone was looking. Hana wasn't like me. She was like Candace, Shar, Karice—every lost girl in the world who felt herself unvalued and unsought. She had no way to know that somewhere in the world, right now, her name was being called.

I was looking for my ex-lover to break the Sixth Commandment.

Love is bobbing with the unconcerned weave of the current and particularly I feel this way when I am around you. Sometimes, in the night, the earth will change for a man the earth will open up for him and his belonging. When I am out in the world and the air does its little displacement with my body, I think of you moving with the horizon in and out of view. — Joshua Beckman, from "Block Island," Something I Expected to be Different (Verse Press, 2001)

Don't think I'm not haunted knowing that I might be missing out on things that I'd much prefer not to be missing out on. I am haunted , Betsy. You think I alienate myself from society? Of course I alienate myself from society. It's the only way I know of not being constantly reminded of all the ways I'm alienated from society.

I wished it had turned out differently. I wished I had been better all around. I wished above all that when I believed something, like that I was finally over her, that I knew myself even the slightest bit.

what was life without appetite?

Oh, come back, you people lost to darkness! Come back, you ghosts. The day is hard enough. Don't leave me alone with the night.

Cassie Moved Forward, Soft and Silently Enough That She Was Mere Inches Away from Him Before He Looked up at Her. She Lifted a Hand to His Cheek, Her Heart Pounding and Blood Rushing Through Her Veins.The Warmth of His Skin Against Her Hand Made Her Whole Body Tremble and When He Placed His Hand Upon Hers, Her Chest Tightened. The Intensity of His Gaze Confirmed to Her That What They Felt for One Another Would Surpass Anything He Thought He Felt for Lenora.

my mouth opens willingly for his. It's a Pavlovian thing: when his face is anywhere within kissing distance, I hunger to have his lips on mine.

Except for Thurlow,there was not a person she would have missed and many a one to whom she would gleefully have said farewell forever.But that had changed now,utterly changed. She longed for Dragon, the sound of his voice, the touch of his hand,the warmth of his smile. For a moment she closed her eyes and saw him behind them.

I wanted all of her, her dreams so that I could make them real, her fears so that I could chase they away. Above all I wanted her trust. I wanted her to give herself to me completely, without any reservation. But

He must have given up on image making because his eyes had failed to see something they had yearned for; his mind had failed to capture whatever it had hoped, and that probing gaze perhaps expressed alarm at the emptying of his vision, at the dissolution of the things see, observed, into a meaningless vastness.

Deprive a child of parental approval, and they'll spend their lives trying to get it. And the sad, undeniable fact is that I spent most of my formative years just trying to get my parents' attention, let alone their approval. The more they withheld it, the greater my attempts to attain it.

I could hear my abandoned dreams making a racket in my soul.

I sit up in the dark drenched in longing. / I am carrying over a thousand names for blue that I didn't have at dusk.

Maybe, she thought, grown-up life was not so much finding your perfect place in the world, but aching for all the faraway places and people you loved—and learning to look at right where you are now, as Rema would say, through a long eyepiece of grateful.

You have never seen such animals as these who without a sound or a sign carry you off. You race with them across the long familiar ground that in that moment seems so glorious, so charged with beauty, strange. In their jaws you are carried so effortlessly, with such great care that you think it will never end, you long for it not to end, and then you wake and know that, indeed, they have not brought you back.

He had dreamed, he had dreamed...it left him.