Quotes About Yearning

Por qué desear que los minutos y los años vuelvan cuando sabemos que no lo harán jamás? ¿Para qué sirve la melancolía? Nos pasamos la mitad de la vida perdiendo el tiempo y la otra mitad queriendo recuperarlo.

These poems they are things I do in the dark reaching for you whoever you are from "These Poems

You whispered my full name and we fell asleep in each other's arms and I remember how the next morning you were gone, completely gone, and nothing in my bed or the house could have proven otherwise.

and when he thought about the way she laughed, as though she owned the air around her, his heart thundered inside his chest, a lonely rada.

In a better world I would have kissed her over the ice trays and that would have been the end of all our troubles. But you know exactly what kind of world we live in. It ain't no fucking Middle-earth. I just nodded my head, said, See you around, Lola, and drove home.

a particularly Jersey malaise--the inextinguishable longing for elsewheres.

My heart is beating like it's lonely, like there's nothing else inside of me.

I was staring at you and you were staring at me and right then it was sort of like love, wasn't it?

I put my hand on her knee. I just wish you'd say you love me.

He had secret loves all over town, the kind of curly-haired big-bodied girls who wouldn't have said boo to a loser like him but about whom he could not stop dreaming.

She watched hungrily for visitors from out of town, threw open her arms at the slightest hint of a wind and at night she struggled Jacob-like against the ocean pressing down on her.

But that was before she'd gotten that chest, before that slash of black hair had gone from something to pull on the bus to something to stroke in the dark.

Everybody else going through the terror and joy of their first crushes, their first dates, their first kisses while Oscar sat in the back of the class, behind his DM's screen, and watched his adolescence stream by. Sucks to be left out of adolescence, sort of like getting locked in the closet on Venus when the sun appears for the first time in a hundred years.

Stared at the toothpick-thin blackgirl who worked at the Friendly's, whom he was in love with but with whom he would never speak.

I dream about oblivion like other people dream of good sex...

You don't want to let go, but don't want to be hurt, either. It's not a great place to be but what can I tell you?

You had an elaborate system that you thought would keep us out of bed: you sat on the other side of the room, you didn't let me crack your knuckles, you never stayed more than fifteen minutes. It never really worked, did it?

The heat of your face could have kept my room warm for days. I didn't know how you stood the heat of yourself, of your breasts, of your face. I almost couldn't touch you. Out of nowhere you said, I love you. For whatever it's worth.

We went back to her place on Handy and before I could really put a hurt on her she stopped everything, dragged me up from her toto by my ears. Why is this the face I can't seem to forget, even now, after all these years? Tired from working, swollen from lack of sleep, a crazy mixture of ferocity and vulnerability that was and shall ever be Lola.

She couldn't see me or she would have known that I thought she was beautiful.

Sometimes I could grab her and pull her back on the couch, and we´d stay there a long time, me waiting for her to fall in love with me, her waiting for whatever, but other times she´d be serious.

And if I could have I would have broken the entire length of my life across her face

He said hi to her almost every day, all upbeat and faux-happy, and she said hi back, indifferently, but that was it. He didn't imagine that she remembered their kissing—but of course he could not forget.

Why can't we find what we are looking for?" the answer is that we DO find what we are looking for, but what we are looking for is not what we really want. What we are looking for is things that remind us of the god of our childhood, but this god was not an accurate guide to the virtues and sensations that we really want.