Quotes About Yearning

Hay soledad en el hogar sin bulla, sin noticias, sin verde, sin niñez.

desires," I mean things we feel that we need or want very strongly. There's an element of passion in the experience of desire

Remember that yours is not the only heart that may be wishing for love.

Oswald: All your life Aurore: What? Oswald: All your life, isn't that what you wanted to know? How long I loved you? Aurore: Well, yes, I suppose I did, but that wasn't what I was going to ask just now. Oswald: I tell you I've loved you since the day you were born, and you tell me you want to know something else. There's no one quite like you, is there, Aurore?

That idea is strange to me. People keep on loving? People keep on loving even if you are not there in their face everyday to remind them? People keep on loving even if they no longer see you at all? People keep on loving even if they are loving someone else? Impossible: to believe you can be loved in absence when you don't even know how it feels to be loved when you are there.

Men know they are sexual exiles. They wander the earth seeking satisfaction, craving and despising, never content. There is nothing in that anguished motion for women to envy.

maybe he's falling in love with the idea of falling in love with me. Maybe he wants to be in love with someone and I've ended up in the right place at the right time.

The heart wants what the heart wants

I'm looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love.

I can't wait to get out of the house. I can't wait to get out of here. I've been telling myself this all week. The 'getting out of here' part is unspecified, though. Maybe I simply want to get away from life

The heart wants what the heart wants, she says, somewhat cryptically. I purse my lips in disapproval. You'd think the heart would know better.

And then he was there, staring at me from behind the screen door. I'd like to say he no longer affected me, that seeing him was a disappointment. But it wasn't true. I felt as strongly about him as I had on that first day I'd seen him in calculus class.

I was not meant for this world. I don't know. All I know is, I love, and I am not loved. I do not know happiness. I know despair, loneliness, and longing.

She longed to be seen, respected, and most of all, one day unconditionally loved (by one fully committed man) for the sum of all her many, many parts.

want Mrs. Starch to come back!

Why does it seem I won't come back here? Why speak of it as of, already, a place I miss?

traced far enough, past hope, back across belief, it ends always at desire

Sailors on a becalmed sea, we sense the stirring of a breeze.

We can't help it. Life looks for life.

I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â To the ancient Greeks and Romans, the known world comprised

For all its material advantages, the sedentary life has left us edgy, unfulfilled. Even after 400 generations in villages and cities, we haven't forgotten. The open road still softly calls, like a nearly forgotten song of childhood. We invest far-off places with a certain romance. This appeal, I suspect, has been meticulously crafted by natural selection as an essential element in our survival.

His voice was right. She instantly remembered it. And his smell, his gait, his laugh. The way his beard abraded her cheek. All of it combined to shatter her self-possession. She could feel a massive stone seal being pried open and the first rays of light entering an ancient, almost forgotten tomb.

I have not the qualifications for teaching my philosophy of life. I have barely qualifications for practicing the philosophy I believe. I am but a poor struggling soul yearning to be Ã¢â'¬Â¦ wholly truthful and wholly nonviolent in thought, word and deed, but ever failing to reach the ideal.

El océano nos llama. Hay una parte de nuestro ser conocedora de que nosotros venimos de allí. Deseamos retornar.