Quotes About Yearning

I don't know why, but with each new woman it seemed like the first time, almost as if I had never been with a woman before.

I only want the sky to burn me more and more burn me out so that the sun begins at 6 in the morning and goes past midnight

I get the blues for him, for me, for all of us: for want of something to do we keep slaying our small dragons as the big one waits.

I can taste her in the air, I can feel her at my fingertips, I can see sidewalks built for her feet to walk upon, I can see pillows for her head, I can feel my waiting laughter, I can see her petting a cat, I can see her sleeping, I can see her slippers on the floor. I know that she exists but where is she upon this earth.

we forget the terror of one person aching in one room alone unkissed untouched cut off watering a plant alone without a telephone that would never ring anyway.

Oh, you've got a sweet voice, baby, such a sad sad sweet voice, I'd like to fuck you, I thought.

We'll sleep together tonight trying to fit ourselves inside the wallpaper.

There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but i'm too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody's asleep. I say, I know that you're there, so don't be sad.

I was 50 years old and hadn't been to bed with a woman for four years. I had no women friends. I looked at them as I passed them on the streets or wherever I saw them, but I looked at them without yearning and with a sense of futility. I masturbated regularly, but the idea of having a relationship with a woman- even on non-sexual terms-was beyond my imagination.

What I wanted was a cave in Colorado with three-years' worth of foodstuffs and drink. I'd wipe my ass with sand. Anything, anything to stop drowning in this dull, trivial and cowardly existence.

I'd listen to the radio and look at the walls and get drunk enough to almost forget her but then she would return once again.

I drive toward it not wanting it getting it getting it as the cat stretches yawns and rolls over into another dream.

But I gave the girl my address and phone number, thinking we might make it on the springs. (Harriet, you never arrived.)

Voglio così tanto che non è quì e che non so dove cercarlo.

How could men live with women? What did it mean? What I wanted was a cave in Colorado with three-years' worth of foodstuffs and drink. I'd wipe my ass with sand. Anything, anything to stop drowning in this dull, trivial and cowardly existence.

people so tired mutilated either by love or no love.

I think I need a drink." "Almost everybody does only they don't know it." "I know it.

The flies are angry bits of life; why are they so angry? it seems they want more, it seems almost as if they are angry that they are flies; it is not my fault; I sit in the room with them and they taunt me with their agony; it is as if they were loose chunks of soul left out of somewhere;

It was con; my mind was blank; I only wanted a halfpint of Grandad and six or seven tall cool beers . . .

I felt terrible. The poor had a right to fuck their way through their bad dreams. Sex and drink, and maybe love, was all they had.

Lees je Céline?' vroeg een vrouwenstem. Haar stem klonk tamelijk sexy. Ik had me al een tijd eenzaam gevoeld. Tientallen jaren eigenlijk.[...] 'Nou, aan de slag. Ik wil Frankrijks grootste schrijver. Ik wacht al heel lang.

I didn't know what I wanted. Yes, I did. I wanted someplace to hide out, someplace where one didn't have to do anything.

there is a place in the heart that will never be filled a space and even during the best moments and the greatest times we will know it we will know it more than ever there is a place in the heart that will never be filled and we will wait and wait in that space.

I found Pete and Selma. Selma looked great. How did one get a Selma? The dogs of this world never ended up with a Selma.