Quotes About Yearning

When the mouth cries, I want to see God, the heart has reached its finest moment. Once we have sought and seen God, all other things have a way of finding us.

You're going to want me, Simon, as much as I want you...and before you can have me...you're going to have to deserve me.

There are so many things that demand to be said. Where did you go? Do you ever think about me? You've ruined me. Are you okay? But of course, I can't say any of that.

Sometimes you can only feel something by its absence. By the empty spaces it leaves behind.

I know that unlike that night, tonight I won't kiss her. Or touch her. Or even see her up close. Tonight, I'll listen. And that'll be enough.

Then I smell the sweat on him, a clean musky scent that I'd bottle and wear as perfume if I could.

I know that all the magic kisses in the world probably couldn't have helped him today. But I would do anything to have been able to give him one.

And our lips. There isn't enough skin, enough spit, enough time, for the lost years that our lips are trying to make up for as they find each other. We kiss. The electric current switches to high. The lights throughout all of Brooklyn must be surging.

The music is the void. And you're the reason why.

I want to make her cry and then lick up the tears.

he kissed me hard. "Promise me. Promise me you'll spend New Year's with me next year," he whispered into my ear.

My first impulse is not to grab her or kiss her or yell at her. I simple want to touch her cheek, still flushed from the night's performance. I want to cut through the space that separates us, measured in feet-not miles, not continents, not years-and to take a callused finger to her face.

I'm so tired of missing things I don't have.

all I left with was the magnitude of my mistake, of my missing you. And I have to watch you from this distance, watch you achieve your dreams, live what seemed like this perfect life.

I miss my father. I miss my grandfather. I miss my home. And I miss my mother. But the thing is, for almost three years, I managed not to miss any of them. And then I spent that one day with that one girl. One day ... It was like she gave me her whole self, and somehow as a result, I gave her more of myself than I even realized there was to give. But then she was gone. And only after I'd been filled up by her, by that day, did I understand how empty I really was.

And suddenly I just need to hold his hand more than I've ever needed anything in this world.

I want it all to go away. I want to go away. I don't want to be here. I don't want to be in this suspended state where I can see what's happening, where I'm aware of what I'm feeling without being able to actually feel it. I cannot scream until my throat hurts or break a window with my fist until my hand bleeds, or pull my hair out in clumps until the pain in my scalp overcomes the one in my heart.

But after shows, I craved connection. I craved skin-the taste of another woman's sweat. If it couldn't be hers , well, then anyone's would do...for a few hours.

I realize it's not just Willem I'm looking for; it's Lulu too.

The politeness was painful. I wanted to push through it, to return to the glow of the night of the concert, but I was unsure of how to get back there.

A veces, sólo se puede sentir algo por su ausencia. Por el espacio vacío que deja atrás.

Two oceans between us. And still not enough.

Her eyes flutter up to meet mine. "Are you hungry?"she asks. Am I ever.

Ahora lo sé. Me gustaría hacer esa promesa mil veces y perderme mil veces de haberla escuchado tocar ayer por la noche o para verla en el sol de la mañana. O incluso sin eso. Sólo para saber que ella está en algún lugar. Viva.