Quotes About Yearning

My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me. I attend to everything, dreaming all the while. […]. I'm two, and both keep their distance — Siamese twins that aren't attached.

Ah, it's my longing for whom I might have been that distracts and torments me!

The past always looks better than it was because it isn't here.

My derring-do allows me to dance the rigadoon around you but by the time I'm close to you I lose my desideratum.

I'm no Prince Charming," he admitted flatly. "I'm big and hard, and so hungry it feels like I haven't had a woman in years. I wouldn't court you, Rachel, I'd just take you.

Rachel's kiss reached inside him and twined around what passed for his soul. and when she took her mouth from his, she had it all. He knew he loved her with everything he was. Everything that he could be. There would never be another woman for him. And he could never tell her.

She'd braced herself for a hard, plundering, ravaging assault, but the sweetness of his caress was butterfly-soft, and so beguiling that she ached for him to deepen the pressure. Her hands lifted and settled on the incredible warmth of his chest as she parted her lips and tilted her head to grant him easier access. She was as guilty of misjudging Cullen as everyone else was—he looked every inch an outlaw, but he was kissing her like an angel. A fallen, dangerously beautiful angel.

The passionate fury in every line of her body made Cullen go still. The sudden vision of Rachel locked beneath him, her legs wrapped around his waist, that wild gaze linked passionately with his as he pushed himself inside her, flooded his loins with a throbbing, painful heat. A groan rolled through him, and he broke out in a sweat. Sweet hell He wanted her. Here. Now. And God help them both, but she wanted him, too.

When I dance, it's you I dance with. I think about you all the time. I don't understand, but I'm so tired with keeping it in.

REVISITING THE LIST 1. Kiss Estelle Okay, at least I've met her. She thinks I'm a creep. And that's withought her knowing I've read her diaries. Unless we somehow fall over, exactly aligned, lip to lip, and gravity causes the pressure, or we find ourselves in a darkened room and through a series of Shakespearian ID muddles she thinks she's kissing someone else, I can't say how this is ever going to happen.

Self-belief cannot be manufactured through obsessive yearning toward one's goals or through the elimination of all "distractions." In fact, it requires the opposite: an empty mind and total immersion in the process that builds the proof of potential that is the only solid foundation for true self-belief.

She is dancing. Away. From you now. She was just a wish. She was just. A. Wish. And her memory is all that is left for you now.

What are the girls thinking of? At least half are nostalgic for death, and for a temple, and for all of those clothes.

I've found it hard sometimes to turn my back on the natural call of the waves, and I don't envy the temperament of vultures or of stars. The blinds at my windows have been fluttering for fifty years.

Cuando se está allí dentro, una imagina cosas grandiosas sobre el mundo, y cuando sale, a veces desearía volver a oír el sonido de la campana.

La vida para mí se hacía demasiado larga. La literatura, por sí sola, no me distraía.

Isolated, she managed somehow to feel free—albeit with a freedom that made her want to smash a hole in the very center of the universe.

I want somebody to love, and I want somebody to love me. And nobody ever will. And that's why it hurts. Because it makes a difference. And when nobody cares, it makes you all mad inside and it makes you want to say things, tear up things, break things, get through the glass.

No, I be-ant expectin' nothin', but I be so yarnin

Lo extrañé mucho. Más que cualquier otra cosa de la que me haya visto obligado a desprenderme, lo que no es poco decir, y aún lo echo de menos ahora y siempre lo haré. Pero fue por una buena causa y en este mundo no podemos tener todo lo que queremos. No sería bueno para nosotros.

Since that day when he had kissed her in the house on Avenue Elisée Reclus, he hadn't been able to get the sensation of touching her skin out of his head.

The world is full of places to which I want to return

On ne peut pas désirer ce qu'on a, c'est cotre-nature.

Dragostea noastra e frumoasa pentru ca e imposibila...