Quotes About Yearning

Magnus wants to shout at me, don't you, Magnus?" (Jace) "Yes," Magnus said, tearing his eyes away from Alec long enough to scowl. -pg.275-

There was something about Jace, though, that made her want to push him, crack that shell of cynicism and make him admit her believed something, felt something, cared about anythinng at all.

A girl in want of a Leopard still has feet.

I can only assume that there's only one thing more frustrating than not being able to find someone, and that's not being found. I would want someone to find me, more than anything.

Is there not a terrible hollowness, mockery, want, craving, in that existence which is given away to others, for want of something of your own to bestow it on?

That is the trouble with happiness-all of it is built on top of something that men want.

Demon or angel or evil spirit, I just need something to show itself. Ghoulie or ghosty or long-legged beastie, I just want my hand held.

Tell me it's forbidden, unthinkable, and that's where I want to go. Because the chances are it's complicated, and the complications are meaningful.

She gave me a hug and for a second I was embraced by a body that makes me want to go home and never eat again.

The desire for perfect release and the real-world impossibility of perfect, whenever-you-want-it release had together produced a tension they could no longer stand.

I know you'll think this is crazy, but all I want to do is hold you, and I think that if you'll let me do that just for a few seconds, I can walk away, and never speak to you again.

Yesterday is another world. I want to go back there.

When I am with you, there is nowhere else I'd rather be. And I am a person who always wants to be somewhere else.

Once you experience enormity, it lingers everywhere you look, and want to be every word you say.

I'm just not prepared to be treated like this anymore.' 'Treated like what?' She sighed, and it was a moment before she spoke. 'Like you always want to be somewhere else, with someone else.

Addiction is when you can't get enough of what you don't want any more.

How am I supposed to let you go, that's all I'm asking. I want to hold you again, smell you, and, yes too, I just want you to fade. To please, please fade.

I'm so lonely I don't even want to be with myself anymore.

Wouldn't it be something if we could have things we love in abudance without their losing that special attraction the want of them held for us.

I want to sleep like the birds then wake to write you again without hope that you read me.

A society that's addicted to narratives with beginnings, middles, and endings will eventually yearn to end. We just want it to end.

Everybody wants to be more wanted, until they are.

The seeker is never so popular as the sought. People want what they can't get.

The most beautiful moments always seemed to accelerate and slip beyond one's grasp just when you want to hold onto them for as long as possible.