Quotes About Yearning

Darashikoh was inside, for all the world a tastefully dressed patron of the shop, but he carried death in his undershorts and hunger in his heart.

Saeed wanted to feel for Nadia what he had always felt for Nadia, and the potential loss of this feeling left him unmoored, adrift in a world where one could go anywhere but still find nothing.

one's rules of propriety make one thirst for the improper.

They finished their coffees. Nadia asked if Saeed had been to the deserts of Chile an seen the stars an was it all he had imagined it would be. He nodded and said if she had an evening free he would take her, it was a sight worth seeing in this lie, and she shut her eyes and said she would like that very much, and they rose and embraced and parted and did not know, then, if that evening would ever come.

Soon a rhythm was established, and it was thereafter rare that more than a few waking hours would pass without contact between them, and they found themselves in those early days of their romance growing hungry, touching each other, but without bodily adjacency, without release. They had begun, each of them, to be penetrated, but they had not yet kissed.

Ozi made me feel so known. He made love to my insides, filling desperate gaps and calming unbearably sensitive places.

touching each other, but without bodily adjacency, without release. They had begun, each of them, to be penetrated, but they had not yet kissed.

Avevano cominciato, entrambi, a essere penetrati, ma non si erano ancora dati un bacio.

exceeded only by sex.

I thought about this. As I have already told you, I did not grow up in poverty. But I did grow up with a poor boy's sense of longing

They had spent the past ten years like two trees in a forest, near one another without ever touching.

Lina bolted up in the morning, thinking she'd slept in. She pined for regular days, which used to include heat, bees, a messy room, songs, a crush. Now she would never have them again.

But would I have chosen to be Paul? I'd miss Will too much, the feel of his shins.

Sometimes, a stage curtain parts and you see: life could be better if you had more. Usually, I think, we can get just as good a different way. But tricks, they do not always work.

Her need for love is as wide as that sky out there and as impossible for an unwinged mortal to fulfill.

It does take time. From the day I laid eyes on her, I wished Miss Louise Grady could just once look at me and see me. For years I kept that twinkling chance like a jewel in a box. That's what unrequited means.

I close my eyes, a useless flutter. I open them, and I see you half a world away. I hear fever parting your lips. I feel your shivering, colorless geckos running down your spine. I smell the night sweat that has bathed you clean.

El desear y el gozar nos llevan al mismo dolor

Biz her ÅŸeyde birbirimizin yar?s? idik: Åžimdi ben onun pay?n? çalar gibi oluyorum. Her iÅŸte onun yar?s?, ikinci yar?s? olmaya o kadar al??m??t?m ki, ÅŸimdi art?k yar?m bir varl?k gibiyim. Ne yapsam, ne düÅŸünsem onun eksikliÄŸini duyuyorum.

My list] of unwritten books grows longer every year--which may be a blessed relief to the book-buying public but is a source of real dissatisfaction to me.

I want something for myself, Grania was thinking, staring at her folded and clenched hands.

TONY: You know what you're saying, don't you? ALICE: What? TONY: That you'd rather spend the summer with me than with anybody else. ALICE: Was I? TONY: Well, if it's true about the summer, how would you feel about — the winter? ALICE: Yes, I'd — like that too. TONY (tremulous): Then there's spring and autumn. If you could — see your way clear about those, Miss Sycamore? ALICE: I might. TONY: I guess that's the whole year. We haven't forgotten anything, have we?

She kissed Beckett, and Han was torn between wanting to look away to give them privacy, and wanting to look and see what love was like when you were allowed to have it.

He felt her there beside him, just as she had always been on evenings like this when he had called for music, and when her touch on her instrument, or her least word to him, had been so much her own; except that he would have preferred even to this vivid dream her simple reality in the dark.