Quotes About Yearning

We always think we know what we want: when in truth there is nothing we are less likely to know.

She simply cannot let go of love- and who can blame that? Is it not the hardest thing in the world to relinquish, once you have it?

Curious creatures we mortals are-how we do not know what we want, or how to get it if we do.

Mary watched a bluebottle endlessly hammering inself against the window-glass, and saw there love as she knew it, a painful beating against nothingness.

The only thing worse than constantly seeing what you can't have is constantly seeing what you must have.

Suddenly she was ravenous—but not for soup or shrimp risotto or anything else on the overpriced menu. She was hungry for...things. Acts. Human contact.

Te willen hebben, een huis in de duinen. Te willen hebben, verzamelde werken. Te willen hebben, één blauwe veer. Te willen hebben, een zinvol bestaan. Te willen hebben, gehad.

When she wasn't being stiff-necked, she was the friend he most wanted to talk to, who he couldn't wait to see each day. She came into his mind with the first ray of consciousness at daybreak. He nodded off, smiling over her with his last, heavy-eyed blink before sleep. Sweet Win. Funny Win. Clever Win. Frightened, brave, careful, meticulous Winnie, trying to avoid the bite of the world by pretending it didn't have teeth.

She shook her head, glued now to the sight. He felt exhilarated, seeing her there, her expression amused, absorbed. Oh, he wanted to charm her. He wanted to woo her, make her stay. He just wasn't sure how to do it. …Mick knew Win wasn't listening as he told her about the dog; he was barely listening to himself. He wanted to say, Don't go. Just stay. Stay and keep looking at me like that. He rattled on instead.

Missing you?" she giggled incredulously. "I could cheerfully murder you." "I'd come back to haunt you," he threatened with a grin. "And that," she said, "is the only reason why I haven't tried.

It's astonishing what some women will put up with just to have a warm body. Some of the brightest women I know are just obsessed with that search. It's very sad.

Az unalom – írja Tolsztoj – a vágy utáni vágy." A vágynak ez a hiánya éppúgy a helyéhez szögezi az embert, mint bármilyen szorongás. Akármennyire is unalmas és fájdalmas a kényelmi zónánk, ha végignézünk a lélektani láthatáron, és semmi nem hívogat, egy helyben maradunk.

I love you, God help me. Love you, lust for you, and snatch with shameful eagerness at any crumb you deign to drop in front of me.

Every dreamer knows that it is entirely possible to be homesick for a place you've never been to, perhaps more homesick than for familiar ground.

Every dreamer knows that it is entirely possible to be homesick for a place you've never been to, perhaps more homesick than for familiar ground.

I knew that the deepest of tragedies was simple: to love, and not to be loved in return.

Loss. Thats what it was, a hole I could never fill. It would be bottomless.

I always wanted a father. Any kind. A strict one, a funny one, one who bought me pink dresses, one who wished I was a boy. One who traveled, one who never got up out of his Morris chair. Doctor, lawyer, Indian chief. I wanted shaving cream in the sink and whistling on the stairs. I wanted pants hung by their cuffs from a dresser drawer. I wanted change jingling in a pocket and the sound of ice cracking in a cocktail glass at five thirty. I wanted to hear my mother laugh behind a closed door.

Could it really happen like this?" he asked. "That a girl like you can make me feel..." "Make you feel what?" "Make me feel," he said.

I don't have a story," I said. "I'm still waiting for one.

I breathed in and out, perfume and smoke, perfume and smoke, and we lay like that for a long time, until I heard the seagulls crying, sadder than a funeral, and I knew it was almost morning.

Just one dance. Just one. That's all I wanted. I know now how you can take one step and you can't stop yourself from taking another. I know now what it means to want. I know it can get you to a place where there's no way out. I know now that there's no such thing as just one. But I didn't know it then.

In the silence of night I have often wished for just a few words of love from one man, rather than the applause of thousands of people.

O who can cure Poor little Andromeda Naughty naughty Naughty thing Tears run down her childish breast, the song being so sad. The shower has already passed and now the wind ruffles her hair, and it's squalling everywhere… Naughty naughty Miaow Miaow Since no one comes to help me I'll throw myself in the water!