Quotes About Yearning

I can show you who's the man Let me show you with my hands I just want you close to me I'll get you wet Just wait and see

I swear I only want to hear about you, to know what you've been doing. It's a hundred years since we've met-it may be another hundred before we meet again.

To have you here, you mean-in reach and yet out of reach? To meet you in this way, on the sly? It's the very reverse of what I want.

I'm not greedy. I just want one person. The world is so big and there are so many people. But I only want one.

No one wants to mother more vigilantly than a woman who is childless and wishes she wasn't.

Because I-I'm someone who wants to kiss you. Be with you." Eli says as if it is obvious, as if I know what is written on his heart.

This is the real unwritten rule: You don't want what you know you shouldn't. And I haven't just broken that rule. I have wrecked it, smashed it, and still... And still I want.

Then teach me how to not care about someone who was everything to me. All I want is to know she's okay. Is that too much to ask?

Always before, I just said no, left it solidly there. I waver now. I want to share everything with him. Want to know what he knows, feel what he feels, share the same space he's in.

Don't you wish we could pick the people we love?" "Yeah," I say. "Or just make the people we love want the same things we want.

I always wanted an older brother. That was my thing. My mom would be like, "What do you want for your birthday?" I'd be like, "I want an older brother."

Often, the thing we pursue most passionately is but a substitute for the one thing we really want and cannot have.

We can never have enough of that which we really do not want.

I crave time in all its duration, and I want to be myself unconditionally.

No." Mosca bit her lip and shook her head firmly. Books no longer seemed quite enough. I don't want a happy ending, I want more story.

we do not believe until we want a thing and feel that we shall die if 'tis not granted to us, and then we kneel and kneel and believe, because we must have someone to ask help from.

Better than sweet tea on a veranda. I want to live at Belmont!

Joy wants the eternity of all things, wants deep, wants deep eternity.

I've been telling myself this was being alive. This here. This…hiding. Wishing. Dreaming. Wanting. And all the while, what does anyone else see when they look at me?

Longing. Look for it, in every crowd, and you will find it. Paint it any colour you choose: grief, nostalgia, melancholy, remembrance, these are but flavours, poetic reflections.

I have my throne, I have my sword, I have an empire. But I have . . . no-one.

I am not empty inside. I am not at peace.' The word seemed to startle him. 'Peace? I spoke not of peace. In absence, Korya, there is yearning.' His strange eyes focused on her. 'Do you not so yearn?

A small whimper escaped her throat, then she desperately pulled her eyes away.

the siren song/called silence