Quotes About Yearning

A o?i so vse na Julki. In vse klopi zadržujejo dih, da bi bile vse o?i še bolj tesno pri njem. Kakor da bodo iz njih, iz o?i, vsak hip zaplavale otroške dlani kot golobje peruti in privzdignile njeno telo in mu zamanjšale bole?ine. Njene o?i pa so žametno in vlažno mehke, ker se njena stopala ne dotikajo poda. Rožnat trak, ki povezuje kiti, pa ?epi na kavlju kot metulj z razprtimi krili.

I am caught like a beast at bay.Somewhere are people, freedom, light,But all I hear is the baying of the pack,There is no way out for me.

Departure beyond the borders of my country is for me equivalent to death.

I'm full of despair and yet, at the same time, I'm horribly happy. It's a nice kind of feeling to want something as badly as that.

We trifle when we assign limits to our desires, since nature has set none.

Ah, my friends, Love, like a froward boy, with his hands full of sugar-plums, still cries for more.

Home never appears to us so beautiful as when we are remote from it.

Wherever the notion of paradise exists, so does the idea that it was lost.

I'm staring at this girl who I know would break me if I loved her but I can't help it.

Whenever he visited, Broome couldn't help but think, It could have been me. One would have thought that would lead to a strong yearning on his part. It did and it didn't. His most immediate and powerful reaction was relief—a there-but-for-the-grace-of-God, whistling-past-the-graveyard sort of escape from his own destiny. But then, well, he looked at Erin's face and all that fell away. Years

Love blinds, yes, bit not nearly as much as wanting to be loved.

He started to feel better. Or to say the same thing in another way: He started to feel less. His eyes slowly swerved from side to side. He felt, as he did in most places, slightly out of place—a spy in enemy territory. He was not really comfortable anywhere anymore—his old softer world or his new hardened one. So he straddled both. Truth was, he was only comfortable—pitiful as it sounded—when he was with Olivia. Damn

few things, I assure you, will devastate like the might-have-beens).

Sure, okay, enjoy World Book Day but celebrating reading one day a year is like getting some only on Valentine's Day.

Amazing what humans, even ones as wanton as Frank Ache, crave when left alone—other humans.

Es ist keine Sklaverei, es ist nur eine Welt, die nicht genug ist, weißt du, was ich meine?

He had discovered the scents and aromas of a spring that was eternally one day away.

water cascading down her back, across her thighs, cool against her belly, her head laid back and white water bubbling through the shining black veil of her hair, touching each strand, silkily shining it with moisture; her eyes closed in simple pleasure; that face, the right face, the special face, the certain face of the woman he had always looked for without looking, hunted silently for, without acknowledging the search; lusted for, without feeling worthy of the hunger.

Who Needs the Taj Mahal when it's a drag to live at all?

Romance depends upon imperfect knowledge.

I wonder how much of the day I spend just callin' after you.

Hell is eternal apartness. What had she done that she must spend the rest of her years reaching out with yearning for them, making secret trips to long ago, making no journey to the present? I am their blood and bones, I have dug in this ground, this is my home. But I am not their blood, the ground doesn't care who digs it, I am a stranger at a cocktail party.

Hell is eternal apartness. What had she done that she must spend the rest of her years reaching out with yearning for them, making secret trips to long ago, making no journey to the present?

She was afflicted with a restlessness of spirit he could not guess at, but he knew she was the one for him.