Quotes About Yearning

Nuestros labios… No había suficiente piel, suficiente saliva, suficiente tiempo, nuestros labios estaban tratando de compensar todos estos años perdidos. Nos besamos. Se encendieron los interruptores de alta tensión.

I WANT TO CUT THROUGH THE SPACE THAT SEPERATES US.

Pero yo sabía que con Adam sí había motivos para armar revuelo. Lo sabía por el calor que recorrió mi cuerpo aquella noche, cuando me dejó en casa después del concierto y me besó una vez más en la puerta. Lo sabía porque me quedé despierta hasta el amanecer abrazada a la almohada. Porque no puede comer al día siguiente, ni borrarme la sonrisa de la cara.

Our skins reach outward, like magnets, long deprived of their opposite charge.

Limpiar la pizarra? Siento como si mi pizarra está demasiado limpia, perpetuamente vacía. Lo que quiero es lo opuesto: un garabato desordenado, constelaciones de cosas indelebles que no puedan ser lavadas jamás

The sight of her bare feet. What this is doing to Willem's blood pressure. She might as well have taken off all her clothes.)

It's the hoping that makes it hurt.

Willem has just glanced at the birthmark on Allyson's wrist, giving him an urgent desire to taste it again. Between her feet and her wrist, he is having a hard time getting out the door.

Some things you don´t know you want until they´re gone. Other things you think want, but don´t understand you already have them.

Le plus curieux, c'est que, peu à peu, un autre sentiment a fait surface. Quelque chose comme de la déception. Et je me suis aperçue que, en dépit de tout, j'aurais vraiment aimé aller voir le grand canyon.

Girls have always been the best distractions. Until a girl became the thing I needed distraction from

And then I went to take my mouth to hers, to devour her alive, to transmit all the things she can't understand.

And it took me by surprise how much I wanted to be kissed by him, to realize that I'd thought about it so often that I'd memorized the exact shape of his lips, that I'd imagined running my finger down the cleft of his chin.

It's like an ache, how much I miss them. How much I miss her. I'm so tired of missing things I don't have

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.

Some things you don't know you want until they're gone. Other things you think you want, but don't understand you already have them.

Porque não é possível, pura e simplesmente. É menos possível que encontrar uma agulha numa fábrica de agulhas. É menos possível que encontrar uma estrela solitária no universo. É menos possível que encontrar, entre tantos milhões que existem no mundo, a pessoa que podemos amar.

my life feels so small it itches, like a too-tight wool sweater

Days like these go on for years. It's the ones you want to last that slip away—one, two, three—in seconds.

You can't lost what you never had.

I repeat the words that I wish someone would say to me, and then suddenly we are kissing. I taste his grief and his need and his tears and my tears.

It is a torturously laboured ride home like this. Allyson is desperate for it to end and would like for it to go on forever. Willem is just desperate for it to end. He is so full of wanting that it is painful and Allyson keeps lifting his shirt and licking his back, which she shouldn't do while he's riding a bike because he might pass out (But she shouldn't stop, either.)

We are so close, but he's looking at her, so he doesn't see me at all.

All temporal, partial experience of God inevitably leaves a sense of dissatisfaction behind.