Quotes About Yearning

I wanted to say something, but what? There were no words to describe what I felt or what I wanted. All I knew was that I was overcome by a desire so profound, no amount of self-discipline or control was powerful enough to stop it.

Maybe that was why I was so attracted to him. Because he was unattainable.

Oh, how I had willed her to come back.

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.

Martin eyed the buffet table because he'd slept through dinner and was ravenous; but as luck would have it, who was standing next to the tower of cream cakes but Evelyn- looking equally delicious in a stunning, pale yellow gown of light diaphanous fabric that seemed to flutter around her legs on a nonexistent breeze. And her bosom... Well, she looked delectable with pearls crisscrossing over her lush, alluring breasts.

His breath hitched, and he regarded me hungrily. You're playing with fire, you know that?" That's weird, considering you're an ice prin—" I didn't get any further, as Ash leaned in and kissed me.

I wish I was invisible to him, to everyone.

Sometimes I felt as if there were no tomorrows, that everything, my whole life, was crammed into one long day. A continuous stretch of meaningless time. Sometimes I even wished there was no tomorrow, if this was all I had to look forward to.

She was in me, in my blood, invading every cell in my body. She was the one I wanted. She was the one I saw, felt, desired. This was wrong. He was wrong. It was all so wrong.

When I look at myself in the mirror, all I see is a starving, stunted bird who never grew wings and lost all reason sing.

This time she knew what it was like to hold someone for years in your memory instead of in your arms. She knew how features blurred, voices faded, touches dissolved. So she looked at Robbie and tried to imprint him on her memory, to be able to take him out when she was alone and felt strong enough. When she was safe, and able to think about this moment when she had been perfectly loved and perfectly alone.

Oh the seduction of far horizons and empty landscapes. For all the comfort and necessity of busy, ordered lives, the spirit remains a nomad.

Daydreams were dangerous because they made her wish for things she could never have.

Dear Madame Morgenstern, As absurd as it sounds, I've been thinking of you since we parted. I want to take you into my arms, tell you a million things, ask you a million questions. I want to touch your throat and unbutton the pearl button at your neck

We lost weight and grew thin. We stopped bleeding. We stopped dreaming. We stopped wanting.

One day as I am holding baby and feeding her, I realize that this is exactly the state of mind and heart that so many male writers from Thomas Mann to James Joyce describe with yearning—the mystery of an epiphany, the sense of oceanic oneness, the great yes

I would like to confess things to her, to throw myself in her lap, to open the cage of my chest and show her the bones.

There are cities that are damned for some people by the mere fact that they seem created to close off the distances that are the only reason for living.

Oare cunosc si altii spaima de-a merge pe-o strada gandindu-te cu deznadejde la toate strazile pe care nu te afli, strazile unde cei care ar vrea sa te cunoasca te asteapta si pleaca, nevazand pe nimeni venind?

Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt hollow and empty and aching.

All that he had of her was his memory, where he held every moment, every single moment that she had been his. That was all he had, to keep out the loneliness.

Don't you long for something different to happen, something so exciting and new it carries you along with it like a great tide, something that lets your life blaze and burn so the whole world can see it?

I love you because you are not mine, because you are from the other side, from there where you invite me to jump and I cannot make the jump, because in the deepest moment of possession you are not in me, I cannot reach you, I cannot get beyond your body...

Oh mi amor, te extraño, me dolés en la piel, en la garganta, cada vez que respiro es como si el vacío me entrara en el pecho donde ya no estás