Quotes About Yearning

Stella: And when he comes back I cry on his lap like a baby.. [she smiles to herself] Blanche: I guess that is what is meant by being in love..

We have not long to love. Light does not stay. The tender things are those we fold away. Coarse fabrics are the ones for common wear. In silence I have watched you comb your hair. Intimate the silence, dim and warm. I could but did not, reach to touch your arm. I could, but do not, break that which is still. (Almost the faintest whisper would be shrill.) So moments pass as though they wished to stay. We have not long to love. A night. A day....

human beings dream of life everlasting, that's the reason! But most of them want it on earth and not in heaven.

He was a telephone man who fell in love with long distance.

Good heavens, did every woman have this much trouble breathing when standing so close to a handsome man? "Ah, yes.

Unrequited love, she was discovering, was much worse when one actually saw the object of one's desire.

she sighed. It was a lovely sound, strangely comforting, soft, and wise. And it made him want to look at her more closely, to see into her mind, to hear the rhythms of her soul.

Il n'y aura personne que j'aurai davantage envie de voir que vous. Aucune voix que j'aurai davantage envie d'entendre que la vôtre. Aucune pensée que j'aurai davantage envie d'explorer que la vôtre

Era extraño, eso de encontrar una mujer que pudiera hacerlo feliz con su sola presencia. Ni siquiera necesitaba verla, ni oír su voz, ni oler su aroma. Simplemente necesitaba saber que estaba ahí" - Benedict Bridgerton

He wanted Sarah Pleinsworth; dear Lord, he wanted her with everything that he was. He wanted to stand up with her before God and man, slide his ring onto her finger, and pledge his eternal devotion. He wanted to take her to bed and with his body show her everything that was in his heart, and he wanted to cherish her as she grew heavy with their child.

Porque te quiero, maldita sea. Porque siempre te he amado. Porque te amaba cuando estabas con John, te amaba cuando yo estaba en la India, y aunque Dios sabe que no te merezco, te amo de todos modos". - Michael Stirling.

And if my eyes dropped to your mouth, in what we all know is a universal signal that one is pondering a kiss, what would you do?

There was a very slight lilt to it, too, attesting to a childhood spent far from Lincolnshire, and Grace felt herself sway, as if she could fall forward, lightly, softly, and land somewhere else. Far, far from here.

he were a young man, he might believe he would never forget her skin, or her smile, or the strength of her. But he had learned that the mind didn't always hold on to what the heart demanded. Remember, he told his hands. Remember this.

Through the snowy silver maple trees, he could see the gray stone stronghold of St. Alban's. She was in there, behind one of the diamond-paned windows, a block away and as far out of reach as the moon. On his CD player, Natalie Maines of the Dixie Chicks was crooning, Without you, I'm not okay, and without you, I've lost my way… If he lived through this mess, he was never listening to country music again.

I don't believe in God, but I miss him.

The mind is still haunted with its old unconscious ways; it broods on lost authorities; and the yearning, the deep and hollowing yearning for divine volition and service is with us still.

Anything less then God, ever me wanteth.

For we are now so blind and unwise that we never seek God till He of His goodness shew Himself to us. And when we aught see of Him graciously, then are we stirred by the same grace to seek with great desire to see Him more blissfully. And thus I saw Him, and sought Him; and I had Him, I wanted Him. And this is, and should be, our common working in this [life], as to my sight.

But she's still afraid that the more she misses him--his face, his skin, the way he looked at her--and the more hope she has that she'll see him again, the more she has to lose.

i confess i cannot help myself. i am imaginig my self as his wife. i suppose while im at it , i might as well imagine myself as queen of england,too.

Everything seems perfect on the surface," I told him, "but sometimes I feel like I don't know what I'm doing, or where I really want to be, and I've always had this strange unexplainable urge to escape from wherever I am, because nothing seems quite enough, and I feel incredibly frustrated sometimes, like there's more to life out there somewhere, but I don't know what it is, or where it is. Do you ever feel that way?

she wanted the man who held his infant daughter in his arms with fatherly affection, the man who could talk to her for hours and hours on a blanket in the grass,laid out under the trees.that man for some reason was out of reach.

No matter how tightly I held him, however, I couldn't seem to get close enough. I loved him with such passion. There are no words to describe it. I would have died for him that night, if it would have taken away his pain.