Quotes About Yearning

Todo lo que buscan, tío, es su propio sufrimiento. Pídeles que mueran por ti y serán tuyas para toda la vida.

For if Porter did not turn his head and lean toward the door to open it for her, Corinthians believed she would surely die. She banged her knuckles until they ached to get the attention of the living flesh behind the glass, and would have smashed her fist through the window just to touch him, feel his heat, the only thing that could protect her from a smothering death of dry roses.

I just have the hunger for a permanent place.

I don't miss you anymore adam rather i miss the emotion that your dying produced a feeling so strong it defined me while it erased you leaving only your absence for me to live in like the silence of the japanese gong that is more thrilling than whatever sound may follow.

Do you want him? I want somebody, I told her. He's as good as anybody, she said.

O Solomon don't leave me here.

Writers do not write about a place because they belong there, but because they want to.

The best you can do is catch an echo of the man. You can never reach out and touch him.

Could I return, I will not say to revel, but breath this sky, under which I was born: to rejoice with sea views and gardens; to consol me with your kindness; to drink this wine or this water, that might reduce my illness…

ma un mio sospiro ardente fu più verace testimon del core;

Oh Christ, I just wanted you to fuck me. And then I became greedy, I wanted you to love me.

Años de acarrear el agua, retorcer la colada, fregar los suelos, vaciar los orinales, sin que la belleza o el color o la luz entraran en mi vida, se extendían ante mí como una paisaje llano en el que se divisa el mar a lo lejos, pero nunca puedes alcanzarlo. Si no podía trabajar fabricando los colores, si no podía estar cerca de él, no sabía cómo iba a poder seguir trabajando en aquella casa.

The place I belong...Maybe it did exist. I was too stupid and stubborn to notice it, but what I really wished for back then was here. Why do I always see these things after they're done and gone?

If you meet god, tell him to just leave me alone!

This place is a drift… Where the dead cling to the living… Drowning in jealousy and yearning. A garbage heap of losers. You said you don't care where. Well what you see is what you get. This is your Eden. There is no paradise for you to escape to. What you'll find… What's there… Is just… A battlefield.

If you desire one thing for so long, it's a given that you'll miss other things along the way. That's how it is… that's life.

There's no paradise for you to escape to.

Which meant I got left with Quinn yet again. Given the time he was taking to make his decision, I wasn't exactly happy about that. I mean, putting me with him was like flashing chocolate my way then telling me I couldn't have it. It was just plain mean.

He hoots as he passes. Another one whistles. I know this is stupid, inviting trouble. But it feels so good to be wanted, I can't help myself.

It's funny, but I was just thinking I wouldn't mind a repeat of that boring evening when we elapsed to 1953," said Gideon. "Just you and me and Cousin Sofa.

Yo también preferiría besarte todo el tiempo en lugar de despreciarte —dijo al cabo de un momento—. Pero de algún modo tú tampoco lo pones fácil. -Gideon

I can't do it, Gideon! I can't make out the way you kiss me one moment and then act as if you loathed me like poison the next!" Gideon said, after a brief pause, "I'd much rather be kissing you the whole time than loathing you, but you don't exactly make it easy for me.

I love you, Gwenny. Please don't leave me," said Gideon. That was the last thing I heard before a great void swallowed me up.

You're my heart's desire, Liv Silver.