Quotes About Yearning

Every desire is an end and every end is a desire then the end of the world is a desire of the world what type of end do you desire?

and yet even then, within themselves there had been a strange nostalgia, as if they had already begun to live on the memory of their love.

He wrapped his lips around her finger and sucked hard as he slowly pulled the digit free, and that secret entrance deep between her thighs clenched like the mouth of a drawstring purse.

I clench my fist around your stiffness, and your breathing quickens as I draw it back and forth. After your warm, sticky release, I lick my hand clean. Then I bury my face in your wild, stinking hair and hold you. To hold you is to be at one with you. To be at one with the starry cosmos of ancient gods above. As I hold you I will the night never to end. For our oneness fades with the disappearing stars. And by daylight you are other again.

Maybe it is selfish of me to want the sea for myself, to want the waves rushing only for me, to want every word strung into jagged loops of poetry to flow from my only tongue, but the world has emptied me out ; what is more filling than the sea who continues to drown itself

Intuition only tells them what they want, not how to achieve it

There are many ways to be hungry. One can hunger for love, or fame or social justice, but hunger for food seems to curb all other cravings.

There's definitely a solitary aspect to not having a band, and there are times when I wish that I did.

What? No one wants my bouquet! Somebody better pick it up! Somebody better pick up my bouquet!

Everyone romanticizes somebody.

I miss Boston so much and want to get back there someday.

The arms of God reach to embrace, and somehow you feel yourself just outside God's fingertips.

I don't have a family. I'd like to have one. I just haven't somehow gotten around to it yet.

It's nice to have a crush on someone. It feels like you're alive, you know?

By the time you get what you always wanted, you want something else.

Last night, lost in spaces between star—bays and lakes of clouds, I tossed and turned looking for you

See me once with loveMake me alive.

its amazing thought of love with a specific person, how can creates a storm to touch .

Too long spent denying each other, we no longer hid our want.

Don't leave me, Em. You're my salvation.

my throat is starting to choke because i can still smell his scent that is lingering on my pillow from the last time he was here, with every breath i take.

What was it about my obsession with romance that always made me feel embarrassed? Like it was a silly, girlish thing to obsess about. In reality, it was what we all wanted, right?

Why did you leave my hand? I've never felt so good, she thought. I felt good too, he thought.

I want to be the star in your diary" -Shawn, Fade to White