Quotes About Yearning

Si hubiera nacido mujer seguro que hubiera sido una prostituta. Como había nacido hombre, anhelaba constantemente mujeres, cuanto más guarras mejor. Y sin embargo las mujeres, las buenas mujeres, me daban miedo porque a veces querían tu alma, y lo poco que quedaba de la mía, quería conservarlo para mí. Básicamente deseaba prostitutas, porque eran duras, sin esperanzas, y no pedían nada personal. Nada se perdía cuando ellas se iban.

L'amore è una forma di pregiudizio. Si ama quello di cui si ha bisogno, quello che ci fa star bene, quello che ci fa comodo. Come fai a dire che ami una persona, quando al mondo ci sono migliaia di persone che potresti amare di più, se solo le incontrassi? Il fatto è che non le incontri.

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 that ever. There is a place in the heart that will never be filled and we will wait and wait in that place.

Hai visto che occhiÈ malato. - È malato di sogni. Siamo tutti malati di sogni. Ecco perchè siamo qui.

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I wasn't much of a petty thief. I wanted the whole world or nothing.

there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but i'm too tough for him

When all else is lost and gone forever, there is yearning. Only desire trumps time.

Inman's only thought looking on the enemy was, Go home.

But God in his infinite wisdome had apparently thought it was an entertaining idea for us to always be wanting to get up in one another.

The flame of urgent coupling burned hottest against the woman, no matter how romantic and high and heartsick the anguish of the man might be pitched in retrospect.

Oh, don't hurt me!" cried Tom. "I only want to look at you; you are so handsome.

Ah, my brother, you cannot comprehend the pain of parting from her. No, I can't. I would die for the least hair of her royal head, God bless it! but I could live very well from now till Doomsday without ever setting eyes on the said head.

I let the happy times slip through my fingers and gripped on to the sad times as if they were my heart's desire

She look'd so lovely, as she sway'd   The rein with dainty finger-tips,   A man had given all other bliss,   And all his worldly worth for this,   To waste his whole heart in one kiss   Upon her perfect lips.

There is an otherness inside us We never touch, no matter how far down our hands reach. It is the past, with its good looks and Anytime, Anywhere ... Our prayers go out to it, our arms go out to it Year after year, But who can ever remember enough?

I want to be bruised by God. I want to be strung up in a strong light and singled out. I want to be stretched, like music wrung from a dropped seed. I want to be entered and picked clean.

Snub end of a dismal year, deep in the dwarf orchard, The sky with its undercoat of blackwash and point stars, I stand in the dark and answer to My life, this shirt I want to take off, which is on fire . . .

The ache for anything is a thick dust in the heart.

All those nights looking up at the sky, wanting to be there, away from the grief of being here.

Parker Haas, crying Omaha, and his sleepless Rose.

I am the proud owner of a gaping hole in my soul.

My poor Chick-fil-A Sandwich," she says and hugs me.

It hurts to breathe. It hurts to live. I hate her, yet I do not think I can exist without her.