Quotes About Yearning

6Now I'm reaching out to you, thirsting for you like the dry, cracked ground thirsts for rain.

Survival is important, but even so, I'm still thinking about that almost-kiss as I head off to my room.

I'm hungry for a juicy life. I lean out my window at night and I can taste it out there, just waiting for me.

Everytime I try to fly, I fall Without my wings, I feel so small; I guess I need you baby And Everytime I see you in my dreams, I'll see your face, It's haunting me, I guess I need you baby

Maybe that's the problem with being someplace beautiful: it makes it impossible to live anywhere else that's not.

Because when you say you miss someone, you also mean you miss the way you were before you started missing someone.

There is so precious little magic left in this world . . . so little. Why must your ambitions come at such a cost?

The great chasm between the thing I say, and the thing I would say, would be quite dispiriting to me, in spite even of such kindnesses as yours, if the desire did not master the despondency.

I think I would be happy in that place I happen not to be, and this question of moving house is the subject of a perpetual dialogue I have with my soul. Baudelaire, 'Any Where Out of this World!

Luster, bring me home.

That sense of loss grew within the humans who had been left behind, left to live without unicorns. Even the ones who had never seen a unicorn, never heard of a unicorn, felt the passing of something sweet and wonderful. It was as if the air had surrendered a bit of its spice, the water a bit of its sparkle, the night a bit of its mystery.

Hearts grow hard and weary. Pain spreads, and joy diminishes. Those who hated you hate you still, but those who loved you, or would have loved you, or wanted to love you but never had the chance, are being scraped hollow by a loss they don't understand. Come home. Please come home. We are withering without you.

That sense of loss grew within the hearts of the humans who had been left behind, left to live without unicorns. Even the ones who had never seen a unicorn, felt the passing of something sweet and wonderful. It was as if the air had surrendered a bit of its spice, the water a bit of its sparkle, the night a bit of its mystery.

Desire is an end in itself: it seeks only more desire, not fixation on a specific object.29

where they love they do not desire and where they desire they cannot love" (p. 183).

Fantasy provides the pleasure peculiar to desire. -Lacan, Ecrits, 773

Desire springs from lack.

Satisfaction buries desires

and time was empty without you to see it.

You won't want what you cannot have

Talk about a dream, try to make it real

They never forget what they can't have

Loneliness is a crowded room.

I'm just confused. Everything's confusing. Everything beautiful is far away, or maybe everything far away is beautiful. It's like how the grass is greener on the other side. Grass just looks nicer from the other side, you know? Grass where you're standing looks like dirt with hair.