Quotes About Yearning

It is terrible to have to ask for anything ever. We wish we were something that needed nothing, like paint. But even paint needs repainting.

He pulled away, but his eyes held my eyes like hands.

cineva care È™tie a iubi cu adev?rat poate experimenta voluptatea oricât de neînsemnat? ar fi atingerea trupului celuilalt. Îi explicasem atunci c?, pentru mine, posesiunea e mult mai neînÈ›eleas? È™i mai complicat? decât se pare. E foarte greu s? ai ceva cu adev?rat, s?-l capeÈ›i sau s?-l cucereÈ™ti. Mai mult ne închipuim c? posed?m decât posed?m.

Tu ÅŸtii foarte bine ce vreau s? spun, repetase Åžtefan. Poate mai exist? ÅŸi altceva în afar? de dragoste. Poate exist? undeva o posibilitate deschis? miracolelor, un mister ireductibil, un secret pe care nu izbutim înc? s?-l descifr?m.

Ce se intamplace in inima iubitei mele,ce gol ramasese acolo nestrabatut de patima mea si care o inghitea acum in intregime?

Et s'il y a eu des jouvencelles pour s'éprendre d'étoiles, pourquoi ne pourrais-tu pas, toi aussi, t'éprendre de moi?...

On the outside, there is all the coquettish pantomime; inside there is the desperate, longing woman.

I stood there, like always, like forever it seemed, in the middle of the road waiting for something or someone to retrieve me, God or a parent or my husband or any of those things or people or ideas or words that by their definition promised love.

La Mariche no es pot reprimir més. Titlla l'Ona de somiadora. Som dones sense veu, puntualitza l'Ona, tranquil·la. Som dones sense temps ni lloc, fins i tot sense la llengua del país on vivim. Som mennonites sense pàtria. No tenim cap lloc on tornar, fins els animals de Molotschna estan més segurs a casa seva que nosaltres, les dones. Totes les dones tenim els nostres somnis… Així que, i tant que som somiadores.

I want her face to feel at home on an ancient coin, he said. I want her eyes to harm me.

We left the way one leaves a cherished but impossible love: our hearts heavy with regret but beating with great hope.

We all yearn for what we have lost. But sometimes, we forget what we have.

The truth is, when our mothers held us, rocked us, stroked our heads -none of us ever got enough of that. We all yearn in some way to return to those days when we were completely taken care of - unconditional love, unconditional attention. Most of us didn't get enough.

You can feel the whole world and still feel lost in it. So many people are in pain-- no matter how smart or accomplished--they cry, they yearn, they hurt. But instead of looking down on things, they look up, which is where I should have been looking, too. Because when the world quiets to the sound of your own breathing, we all want the same things: comfort, love and a peaceful heart.

Kids chase the love that eludes them.

But a desperate heart will seduce the mind.

Kids chase the love that eludes them, and for me, that was my father's love. He kept it tucked away, like papers in a briefcase. And I kept trying to get in there.

You don't miss things. You miss people.

Taffy. He thinks about taffy. He thinks it would take his teeth out now, but he would eat it anyhow, if it meant eating it with her.

I see your face in every flower, your eyes in stars above, it's just the thought of you, the very thought of you, my love…

The possibilities of another person. Is there any anticipation on this earth quite like that one? Is there anything lonelier than being without it?

You see, here's my theory: Kids chase the love that eludes them, and for me, that was my father's love. He kept it tucked away, like papers in a briefcase. And I kept trying to get in there.

Please make it yesterday, when Papa came home.

There was no one she wanted to see more. There was no one she wanted to see less. Why? she whispered. Why are you here? The winds blew, he said.