Quotes About Yearning

Their bodies had met in perfumes, in sweat, frantic to get under that thin film with a tongue or a tooth, as if they each could grip character there and during love pull it right off the body of the other.

There was a time when I could have slept with his friend Briffa, for instance. Around him the air was always fraught with possibilities.

A man in a desert can hold absence in his cupped hands knowing it is something that feeds him more than water.

There was something about him she wanted to learn, grow into, and hide in, where she could turn away from being an adult. There was some little waltz in the way he spoke to her and the way he thought.

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There were nights when Cullis would lie beside her, barely touching her with the tip of his finger. He would move down the bed, kissing her brown hip, her hair, to the cave within her. When they were apart he wrote how he loved the sound of her breath in those moments, the intake and release of it, paced and constant, as if preparing, as if knowing there was to be long distance ahead. His hands on her thighs, his face wet with the taste of her, her open palm on the back of his neck.

Who lays the crumbs of food that tempt you? Towards a person you never considered. A dream. Then later another series of dreams.

He has come across a love story. This is only a love story. He does not wish for plot and all its consequences. Let me stay in this field with Alice Gull...

All the time I hate what I am doing and want the other. In a room full of people I get frantic in their air and their shout and when I'm alone I sniff the smell of their bodies against my clothes.

The yearning to be heard is a yearning to escape our isolation and bridge the space that separates us.

When the thousands of people sang the national anthem, with their right hands over their chest, I cried. It was as if we were singing about an America that we wanted but didn't have, especially the part about the land of the free.

brooding on his cramped horizon and reaching for a drink.

I groan daily under a body of sin and corruption. Oh for the time when I shall drop this flesh, and be free from sin!

I wish it were not a sin to have liked it so.

Many writers secretly long to be performers. You always get the 'if you weren't a writer' question. I would be a back-up singer, to stand in the back and go like 'do, do, do.'

I miss my singing career very much.

I wish I had a great singing voice.

I miss my family every single day.

The song that makes me the happiest when someone sings it is Cher's 'If I Could Turn Back Time.'

You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you have never had the courage to commit.

I saw Mani sir's 'Bombay,' and I wanted to be a Mani sir heroine.

In jail I was just like everybody else, I was sitting there praying, feeling caged.

With each step my heart broke for the person I would never find, the person who'd love me.

And I sat there getting drunker and drunker and more in love and more in love.