Quotes About Yearning

Why was I holding on to something that would never be mine? (But isn't that what people do?)

Sometimes when you're standing in a crowd I feel those sultry dark eyes of yours stop on me. Are you too afraid to come up to me and let me know how you feel I want to moan and writhe with you and I want to go up to you and kiss your mouth and pull you to me and say "I love you I love you I love you" while stripping. I want you so bad it stings.

And later my macabre joy sours and I'm weeping for myself, unable to find solace in any of this, crying out, sobbing "I just want to be loved," cursing the earth and everything I have been taught: principles, distinctions, choices, morals, compromises, knowledge, unity, prayer—all of it was wrong, without any final purpose. All it came down to was: die or adapt.

Lover? se asks, her voice reminding me of someone human.

There are some guys sitting at tables who all look at this one gorgeous girl, longingly, hoping for at least one dance or a blow job in Daddy's car and there are all these girls, looking indifferent or bored, smoking clove cigarettes, all of them or at least most of them staring at one blond-haired boy standing in the back with sunglasses on. Julian

Como Jean poderia compreender que nada pode me desapontar porque não acho nada digno de ser desejado?

I want to moan and writhe with you and I want to go up to you and kiss your mouth and pull you to me and say 'I love you I love you I love you' while stripping. I want you so bad it stings.

Have you ever wished that you could disappear from all this?

When I was a girl, the only thing I wanted to do was write books that would take me around the world. I guess when the place where you are doesn't feel like home, you always want to be somewhere else.

Those who are half alive demand what is missing in them, but deny it when it is presented to them, and they fear the proof of their own insufficiency.

Wanna waterdrink, Rollo firstee," he pleaded.

Wanna fly. Stryk Redkite flyover mountain like sky-clouds," the big bird wailed. John folded his spectacles away. "Huh, now we must wait? Try telling her that.

I close my eyes.. think of how beautiful it would be if someone came to find me.. if I froze in the snow with angel wings pressed into the ground.. my lips a pretty purple-blue.. my eyelids pink and my skin pale.. how beautiful they would say I was.. how perfect.

You never know when or where your first addiction might find you…but there's a chamber of your heart that will have been waiting for it since the day you were born

The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.

You Can't Get Enough… of Something You Don't Really Want I first heard this from one of my favorite authors, Geneen Roth. She was talking about binge eating and describing why we keep eating huge amounts of food beyond fullness and sometimes even beyond feeling sick. She explained: We are trying to get something we desperately want, from something that can't give it to us. In

Now that she had lived in two worlds, would she ever again be completely at home in either of them? Or would part of her always long for the other, no matter where she was?

spending most of her life in darkness, like a tongue.

Bruno, Irene Nemirovsky

Maybe all these desperate clashing feelings I'm feeling are just random brain activity, maybe I'm just delusional. But there are things that I miss, and things that I feel like I should be seeing and feeling every time I turn around, and I just keep turning and turning and turning, and there's nothing.

It's all overrated man. Sex is only great if you're not getting any.

How do I know I don't need what I want? I don't have it.

There are desires to return, to love, to not disappear, and there are desires to die, fought by two opposing waters that have never isthmused.

Quisiera hoy ser feliz de buena gana