Quotes About Yearning

It's not easy-living in a void, living and dying inside your head…wanting what you want so much that you'd give everything else to get it- but the time still passes, the days go on…and as long as there's still a tomorrow, there's always a chance.

Staring in the darkness, trying to sleep. My body was aching with tiredness. My limbs were numb. My sightless eyes were crazed with light/ I was dying of oblivion, but it wouldn't come. I didn't think I've ever sleep again.

I wanted it to stop. I wanted everything to stop: the noise, the fear, the stink, the pain, the sickening ache in my belly. I didn't want to feel anything anymore. I didn't want to do anything. I didn't want to be here. I didn't want to be scared. I didn't want to be brave. I didn't want to be strong or weak or smart or stupid or precious or careless or dead... I didn't want to be anything.

Because you know something won't ever happen, it doesn't stop you longing for it. I know I'll never be able to speak or sing with my own voice. I don't know why. I wish I did.

The best place to start an adventure is with a quiet, perfect life... And someone who realizes that it can't possibly be enough.

The best place to start an adventure is with a quiet, perfect life … and someone who realizes that it can't possibly be enough.

We keep inventing new things that make new longings, new holes that must be filled.

before I knew you I kept a sparrow in a shoebox, I fed it ham and held it to my head to hear it sing, I called it a radio, it kept the blues away, I called it love and wrote down all the words, — Kevin Prufer, from "Ars Poetica," Kenyon Review (vol. 36, no. 1, Winter 2014)

It is strangely wonderful to feel the lack of something instead of believing that it was never there in the first place.

The kids were making me feel things, and they were complicated, because these kids were complicated, were so damaged. And I wanted to take them. But I knew that I wouldn't. And I knew that I couldn't give them the hope that I would.

It was so nice to hear her voice, to hear her voice and listen to her talk about what she wanted. I never quite knew what I wanted, the letters I sent her so wishy-washy and pained. Madison, she fucking wanted stuff. And when she talked or wrote about it, with that intensity, you wanted to give it to her. You wanted her to have it. And it was so easy, I was in love with her again, the routine of our relationship, that she would hurt me, but I would allow it. I would live with it.

After thirty minutes, he began to wonder if Annie had simply forgotten about him, returned to the house after the movie, and got drunk on vodka tonics. "Come get me," Buster whispered, hoping to create a psychic link to his sister.

Sometimes you took care of people by not letting them know how badly you wanted your life to be different.

we were watching Jackson Browne on VH1 Storytellers, a singer she loved so much, she had taped it earlier in the summer and would watch it while she drank a beer at the end of the day. Right after "Doctor My Eyes," her favorite song, I asked her if I could go with Zeke to Memphis.

I'm not a prayer, I just wish a lot.

It's getting harder to live without faith, or you, or whatever we choose to call what calls to us in the quiet. — Kevin Young, from "Book Rate," Dear Darkness: Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 2009)

I am no longer ashamed how for weeks, after, I wanted to be dead--not to die, mind you, or do myself in--but to be there already, walking amongst all those I'd lost, to join the throng singing, if that's what there is-- or the nothing, the gnawing-- So be it.

Errata Baby, give me just one more hiss We must lake it fast morever I want to cold you in my harms & never get lo I live you so much it perts! Baby, jive me gust one more bliss Whisper your neat nothings in my near Can we hock each other one tore mime? All light wrong? Baby give me just one more briss My won & homely You wake me meek in the needs Mill you larry me? Baby, hive me just one more guess With this sing I'll thee shed

To waste this heart once more & have you here, not silent, only quiet, as before.

I suspect the truth is that we are waiting, all of us, against insurmountable odds, for something extraordinary to happen to us.

it always hurts more to have and lose than to not have in the first place.

And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

Repentance and yearning, and yearning and repentance: this is the total harvest of life.

How downhearted was Meer at night! Whatever came to his lips became a cry for help. When he started on the path of love, he was like fire; Now it's ended he is a heap of ashes on a pyre.