Quotes About Yearning

I wonder where love really is. Good feelings. Happiness. They're someplace, I know. I feel that. But without Father and Mother, how do I get there?

My library is an archive of longings.

When I asked him what he meant by desire, he answered, "I mean wanting something very intensely and with longing—having something that you want to get and that you don't want to live without, so that you become willing to alter existing habits and conditions, so that they become less important than getting what you want.

Five seconds, and my body's humming. I go half-man, half-machine, and my thoughts go straight to touching her more, to how far I want to go, how far she might want to go, and damn, I start to hurt. No amount of music or hard work will fix this. My body's a beast. A beast that's been held back too long.

Amar es ponerse al cuello el nudo corredizo de la ilusión; adorar a alguien mientras pareces asfixiarte. Pero incluso el amor no correspondido, el amor fugaz, es mejor que nada.

If I could have any job in the world I'd be a professional Cinderella.

I'd kissed him on the mouth, put my tongue in his mouth, and I knew that I did not know how to stop it. I had forgotten how to stop it.

I don't want to go home," he said, as if he were telling the truth at last. I wondered in sudden detachment if I would at last find out what it was that he wanted from me.

Do you want to come in?" I asked, surprised at myself. "No," he said. I realized that I wanted him to come inside. Which surprised me even more.

It's like trying to remember a dream," I said. "It's in me somewhere." "I wish I were in you somewhere," he said. To my surprise, I was a little disappointed. Too easy, I thought. "Where are you instead?

I realized with even more surprise that while it already seemed that I was interested in doing whatever it was this man wanted, I did not want to pick up another girl. I would be too jealous. I didn't want to share him.

I wanted to see his face. He could see mine.

Nowhere could I find peace.

The love withheld is always the love we long for most.

U životu svakog muškarca postoji samo jedna žena s kojom može posti?i savršeno zajedništvo, a u životu svake žene samo jedan muškarac s kojim se može osje?ati potpuno. No me?usobni susret, sudbina je koju dožive samo rijetki. Svi ostali prisiljeni su živjeti u stanju nezadovoljstva i trajne sjete.

He was a mostly mild man with a weakness for passion, a suburban father burdened with the heart of a Russian hero without any sort of balancing grand intellect or ironic world view. The yearning itself, the recklessness, that's what lured him.

What do you think, Ronnie? Do you think we could stop after just one kiss?

So where's my hug.

Jane to Cosmo-- So you're thinking, you know, 'WTF, I thought we were going to do the horizontal mambo, and she has /questions/?' But really, I'm just keeping the conversation going until we can get into the bedroom, because I know that as soon as I touch you, I'm going to go up in flames, and I really don't want our first time to be on my office floor. Or on my desk. I mean, how would I ever get anything done again with that kind of vibe coming off of it?

I love her." Bobby said it aloud, to the door, knowing Wes couldn't hear him over the sound of his own knocking. "I'm in love with Colleen.

I only have to worry about spending the rest of my life wanting someone I can't have.

God, I want her in my life," he said aloud. "What am I going to do, Wes?" No one answered.

And then he stood there, outside her apartment building, watching the lights go on in her apartment, angry and frustrated and dying to be up there with her, and wondering what on earth he was going to do now.

What she wanted was right there, between them, pressed against her stomach—so big and accessible and user-friendly—neatly covered and ready to go.