Quotes About Yearning

Lust and greed are more gullible than innocence.

I have this insane and unabated longing for San Francisco. I come up there every chance that I get.

Deep inside, I am desperate to do comedy.

I get really homesick inside.

I always felt that I was born in the wrong era. I wanted to be friends with John Garfield, for instance.

Longing and desire goes further than instant satisfaction. That's human nature.

I need instant gratification.

I always wanted to make music but I cannot play any instrument.

You can be enticed by food, wooed by food, sex, money, or instruments.

The act of longing for something will always be more intense than the requiting of it.

Most of the characters I'm drawn to, as an actor, are ones that are quite intensely lonely and a bit lost and are looking for some kind of redemptive answer.

The person I've always wanted to interview but never met was Richard Burton.

Get a grip. You're never going to win her over by pushing too hard. You tried that this afternoon and where did it get you? Nowhere fast. It was true and he knew it but still, it was hard to rein himself in when every cell in his body was demanding that he take her, that he bond her to him forever so that there was no chance of losing her. The

Mine, she's mine, the beast inside him raged. Have to have her. Have to make her mine now! Gripping

Please," she breathed again, afraid to move, afraid to do anything but beg. "Please, Sylvan, don't." With a low, frustrated growl, he pulled back. But the need in his eyes still burned just as brightly, his lust for her white-hot and unquenchable. "Need to mark you. Need to make you mine." His voice was the growl of a beast denied its prey. "But I won't. Not now." "Sylvan…

If he's calling you Talana then he still wants you." Nadiah was already playing with her hair, trying new styles in the 3-D viewer. "Trust me on that, Sophia." Sophie

A strange, strong feeling came over her, prickling the skin on her arms and raising the short hairs at the back of her neck. Somehow she knew that if he left her, she could never love anyone else. She was his—Six had taken a piece of her soul and welded it permanently to his. Without him, she would never be whole again. Never

I wonder if I'll ever be able to have what I like or if my tastes are too various to be sustained by one of anything.

They've forgotten about beds, and I understand, because once you set sail on a movie, you are out of touch with ordinary land. Movie-makers between movies seem like you and me; they go to parties, they shop, they swim. But they're just treading water, waiting for another injection, another ship to come take them away in film. And money has nothing to do with it. "Gabrielle

howling on the tile bathroom floor. Sunrise bleeding in her white dress waited just behind Jacaranda's next drink. Her next drink would always be waiting for her, languishing away.

Janis Joplin was always wondering when her prince would come, and the wait was such a bore that she purchased total surcease on the smooth, blank, clear, smiling lake of heroin. A famous friend of the famous

Women want to be loved like roses. They spend hours perfecting their eyebrows and toes and inventing irresistible curls that fall by accident down the back of their necks from otherwise austere hair-dos. They want their lover to remember the way they held a glass. They want to haunt.

I felt that I was leaving part of myself behind, and that wherever I went afterwards I should feel the lack of it, and search for it hopelessly, as ghosts are said to do, frequenting the spots where they buried material treasures without which they cannot pay their way to the nether world.

What you learn about silence is that it isn't about what you're not saying at that moment, but what you've always wanted to say or—for a long time, probably, at this rate—never will.