Quotes About Yearning

And so, wish becomes pang; the crave, an ache; pleasure, pain. Losing all its pleasure, anticipation cuts the opposite direction and becomes merely a constant, painful reminder of what they've lost, forever.

When sex was something godlike, Lust was the profane curiosity that killed many a straying cat. Now, having removed mystery, Lust is less a long-standing, overpowering yearning, more a sudden craving of the appetite. Less quest, more impulse buy.

They think that if they were allowed to do anything they desired, they would be satisfied and the more desires the better. But all desires divorced from The Desire eventually collapse in on themselves.

Meine Seele, meine Seele stinkt nach Brandewein. - Selbst das Geld geht in Verwesung über. Vergissmeinnicht. Wie ist dieses Welt so schön. Bruder, ich muss ein Regenfass voll greinen. Ich wollt unsre Nasen wären zwei Bouteillen und wir könnten sie uns einander in den Hals gießen.

I want night, deep ambrosial night.

Kannst du verhindern, daß unsere Köpfe sich auf dem Boden des Korbes küssen?

Man loves company, even if it is only that of a smoldering candle.

Es una lástima que beber agua no sea pecado, clama un italiano, ¡qué bien sabría!

I rolled over and faced the cracked green wall. I regretted that simple action immediately; it had felt like a slow-motion film with every other frame missing.

'Tis but the wraith of love; yet I linger.

The wish to pray is a prayer in itself.

There are two tragedies in life. One is not to get your heart's desire. The other is to get it.

There are two tragedies in life. One is to lose your heart's desire. The other is to gain it.

There are two tragedies in life. One is to lose your heart's desire. The other is to gain it.

Dancing is a perpendicular expression of a horizontal desire.

She was so pretty, so elegant, it made me lonely just to look at her.

Gorgeous. Gorgeous home," my mother had said. Seeing it myself, I understood why she liked visiting here so much, and why she always seemed so disappointed when she returned home to ours. It was obvious, wasn't it? Who wouldn't have wanted to trade their lives for this dream?

Better to love amiss than nothing to have loved.

There is no hopelessness so sad as that of early youth, when the soul is made up of wants, and has no long memories, no superadded life in the life of others.

It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are still alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger for them.

But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.

What we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.

I just thought I had to do it. You want this boy to like you, right? And he's so solid, so sure of himself. He knows what he wants: you. Besides, maybe if he touches you, you'll be real.

Grant me some wild expressions, Heavens, or I shall burst.