Quotes About Yearning

It occurred to her suddenly, sharply, that she wanted to be in love... She wanted not to feel so damned alone in the world.

It felt as if she were bleeding - but it wasn't blood that leaked out of her, not something that could be easily transfused. Instead she was losing her dreams.

Lost is lost; it's when you want someone to hold you but there is no one who can. Lost is alone, even when people are all around you.

it was only possible to live without love when you'd never known it.

he hopes to be caught, sucked in, enveloped, and devoured. He seeks, as it were, the protecting, nourishing, charmed circle of the mother, the condition of the infant released from every care…No wonder the real world vanishes from sight!

I know, released, she won't come back. This is different from letting what, already, we count as lost go. It is nothing like that. Also, it is not like wanting to learn what losing a thing we love feels like, Oh yes: I love her.

Give me hunger, pain and want, Shut me out with shame and failure From your doors of gold and fame, Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger! But leave me a little love.

La vita è triste, tra quei grattacieli, con tutte quelle straordinarie comodità, e gli ascensori, le porte girevoli, la metropolitana, e sempre case e palazzi e strade, e mai un po' di terra. Viene la malinconia.

Life is will-to-live, will is a lack, lack is pain, all life is pain.

as Lucretius wrote: 'our appetite for life is voracious, our thirst for life insatiable

If the afternoon had been blue, there might have been less desire.

Minh'alma chove frio, tristinho. Não te comove este versinho?

Amar a nossa falta mesma de amor, E na secura nossa, amar a água implícita, E o beijo tácito, e a sede infinita. (To love even our own lack of love, and in our parched state, to love the implicit water, the implied kiss, the infinite thirst.)

Que quer a nuvem? raptá-lo.

For three weeks, we slept in the same bed together. We never had sex. We never kissed. We never took off more clothes than our pants. We just dreamed together. The conversations were brief. We didn't go on any dates. We didn't get to know each other. It was just a sleeping arrangement. To her, I was just a stuffed animal with a heartbeat.

It was like some unseen force telling me you were it. Not to let you go. And every time I saw you with him Ã¢â'¬Â¦ I couldn't breathe.

then. It was like some unseen force telling me you were it. Not to let you go. And every time I saw you with him Ã¢â'¬Â¦ I couldn't breathe.

They could never guess, in the silences.. That all I want is you, And the Sexy Hurricane that we share.

hot, I was shivering. Billy, though,

I am filled with the thirst of the desert.

Estás en medio de la gente, callada, encogida, con aire de querer escapar a cada instante.

La puerta cedió suavemente y entonces supe el secreto del jardín cerrado: solo se abría para los que deseaban ardientemente entrar y tenían la esperanza de conseguirlo.

I tend the mobile now like an injured bird We text, text, text our significant words. I re-read your first, your second, your third, look for your small xx, feeling absurd. The codes we send arrive with a broken chord. I try to picture your hands, their image is blurred. Nothing my thumbs press will ever be heard. "Text

Look, we all have wishes; granted. But who has wishes granted?