Quotes About Yearning

All men dream, all men have a dream, all men want a dream.... I have none, What shall I put in its stead? I do not know.Melancholy is my only companion, and she does not dream either.

Its really most remarkable how the human race is so seldom satisfied with what its got. Give a man the world and he's pining for the moon.

I was ten years old when I first saw the inheritance and twenty years old when I first saw Janna Roslyn, but my reaction to both was identical. I wanted them.

It's really most remarkable how the human race is so seldom satisfied with what it's got. Give a man the world and he's still pining for the moon.

Besides, nobody ever loves you the way you want.

I'm aware that there is a bigger, far more complicated world out there than I'd ever realized, and just like the students at Beijing University, I've glimpsed it only fleetingly, peripherally. I've sensed the vast expanse of my own ignorance now. I feel antsy and constricted and a deep, almost sexual yearning for velocity, for some sort of raw, transcendent experience that I cannot even begin to articulate.

You are a witch," he whispered, "because I'm thinking about moving heaven and earth so I don't have to wait. Name the time and place and I'll be there.

She writhed helplessly against his steely grip, her frantic movement only furthering the progress of his softly caressing tongue. In moments, Hazard forced a shuddering moan from her and quivering she gasped in shallow rapturous sighs.

Sometimes she wasn't even sure she existed and could not have said what her truest feelings were, or indeed where she ended or began. The girl felt she had no proper shape, no sides as it were, and she dreamed of being more fixed, more clever, of winning the admiration of brilliant unknown people. In the future, when she grew up, her life would be as beautiful as a book, peopled by interesting and fascinating things, sweeter than music or love. -- Susan Johnson, The Broken Book

really hadn't wanted to miss

Motivation begins with discomfort- with needs that are unfulfilled.

Maybe that's why her flat in New York City had never felt like home. Because deep down, Vivien longed to be somewhere where people knew her. Somewhere she belonged.

Sometimes the expectation is better than the fulfillment.

Air is free. Someday I will be, too, though not soon enough. There doesn't

I wanted to be wanted. And for the past dozen years I've known firsthand what it's like to be sought after. It's funny how when you get what you've always longed for, sometimes the reason you wanted it no longer exists.

I had what my own life hadn't given me.

I would have fallen in love with you anywhere.

This building was full of what it was missing.

He hovered between what he didn't want anymore and what he wasn't very likely to have.

It would remain a story without end, like a suspended chord in the last measure of a song - that singular, dissonant, open sound that makes you ache to hear something more.

If you had really loved something, wouldn't a little bit of it always linger?

Because sometimes Lucky wanted to change everything, all the bad things that had happened, and sometimes she wanted everything to stay the same forever.

Sometimes what wishes do...especially the big, big wishes, is churn up all the confusion and longing that sloshes around forever inside of you.

Lake Michigan had tempted her. It was a clear emerald green, and she could see to the bottom. The sand looked soft.