Quotes About Yearning

The dust dreams of the world it had once been. But the dust, alas, does not command the wind.

The sky is more beautiful than earth, and I want the sky, not earth.

Like you and your woman ain't gettin' along and you're in love. You can't sleep at nights. Your mind is on her - on whatever. You know, that's the blues. You can't hug that money at night. You can't kiss it.

I'd sleep under a Vermeer.

My goal is always to leave you slightly wanting more.

I grew up 150-200 miles from any city. You simply didn't have much connection with the outside world. So my dreams were always to get out. It's a familiar kind of thing, I think, for anybody in a small town.

I could relate to a band from a small town, talking about wanting to get out.

I love my country, and it hurts not to be able to see my country, as I did for so many years. I hope that I will one day be able to live in a peaceful Colombia.

I spend so much time hoping things for myself.

Could it be that sweetness is the prototype of all desire?

If I have you for a day, I'll want you for a week. If I have you for a week, I'll want you for another week.

What you don't wish for will always be beyond your reach.

No spirited mind remains within itself; it is always aspiring and going beyond its strength; it has impulses beyond its power of achievement.

I know not what quintessence of all this mixture, which, seizing my whole will, carried it to plunge and lose itself in his, and that having seized his whole will, brought it back with equal concurrence and appetite to plunge and lose itself in mine.

El amor no es más que el deseo furioso de algo que huye de nosotros...

Men jeg innser klart at dette gode er svært vanskelig å gjenvinne; svakhet og lang erfaring har gitt oss en mer kresen og nøyeregnende smak. Vi forlanger mer samtidig som vi har mindre å tilby; vi vil ha flere valgmuligheter, når vi selv minst fortjener å bli valgt. Fordi vi vet at i er slik, blir vi mindre dristige og mer mistroiske, og i betraktning av vår egen og deres tilstand, er det ikke noe som kan forsikre oss om at vi er elsket.

He wished his tongue wasn't quite so dry and that the skin round his neck didn't feel so very tight.

In a second or two he would get up and join her in the shower he could hear running--consolidate his place with some very passionate seed-sowing and at the same time he would make Nell fall in love with him again.

Money cannot purchase what the heart desires. Chinese

This mouth had kissed me so much it had worn its own grooves into my teeth. It was like settling into the armchair that fit exactly the round of your body, only it was incredibly exciting because everything was different now, and it was horribly wrong to be kissing. It would only prolong everything. I sat there in the bus shelter, back up against the glass, hoping the bug would never come. Desperation is the sexiest emotion.

Oh my God, Michelle thought, I think we're making love. It was a term everyone barfed at. No one wanted to make love, people wanted to fuck, to take each other's skin apart with knives and pin it back together with needles.

I wanted her so badly, my heart hung out of my chest like some hound-dog's tongue, pant, pant.

She kissed her like she'd been stranded on an island, notching each stranded day onto a fallen coconut, slowly losing her mind. She filled Michelle like weather, worked her mouth like a cherry stem being tongued into a knot.

I was so sad that day. My heart was trying to climb from my body.