Quotes About Yearning

Could Ellony feel the potential humming around her? She still stared moodily into the flames, no doubt dreaming of the days she thought would come.

I want to make love to you properly." "Well you can't, and you've only yourself to blame.

I wanted you, Pharinet. Is that so terrible? I love your brother. It often frightens me how much. I have to possess what he possesses.

The Khaster that should have been had disappeared deep inside him.

She felt he knew where Owen was, and was savouring the knowledge; something she didn't have.

A dull ache in her breast was the invading presence of her love for Valraven. She could not speak these words without thinking of him. He was the sea inside her.

The High Place was special to Owen: it had always drawn him. It was as if a quiet, insistent voice spoke to his inner mind, telling him what he should do there.

He wanted to curl his arms around Shem's body, to hold him close, but something prevented him.

Are you reaching out through time, lost Tayven, to reach me?

All that compels me now is a mindless quest to see the face of the one I have pursued.

I think he's a fabulously handsome man, who I could fall in love with, yet at the same time he does not seem like a man at all. I'm quite sure he'd never love me back. I like going to his house on Thremius's errands, just to look at him, but he's never noticed me at all.

What an unfortunate time for the wanderlust to strike!

Come back to me, Daniel. I will wait, but I want you back.

Ah, Tayven, we are not together and I am not swooning in your embrace, ready to spill all. I see through your wiles.

I found it hateful, yet I wanted to be part of it.

Wanting her physically was easy. It was the emotional part that gave him the shakes. He no longer found comfort in the false intimacy of casual one-night stands. They left him feeling hollow. You could talk yourself into just about anything, but emotionally you were never fooled. Mornings after were haunted by an emotional hangover for which there was no quick hair-of-the-dog chaser.

He didn't answer. Instead he cupped her face in his hands and drew her towards him. Then he kissed her lightly on the lips. Oh god, she wanted his head between her legs and she wanted it now.

But pain may be a gift to us. Remember, after all, that pain is one of the ways we register in memory the things that vanish, that are taken away. We fix them in our minds forever by yearning, by pain, by crying out. Pain, the pain that seems unbearable at the time, is memory's first imprinting step, the cornerstone of the temple we erect inside us in memory of the dead. Pain is part of memory, and memory is a God-given gift.

We want. When we stop wanting, we feel dead and want to want more. (p.232)

I think there must be a place inside of us where dreams go and wait their turn.

It shocks me how I wish for...what is lost and cannot come back.

She was alone. She missed him immediately.

Lass, lass! You are more desirable than any woman I have e'er known." He drew back to look at her. "E'er, I say, do you hear me? Ne'er have I been more tempted!

I am an exile; citizen of the country of longing.