Quotes About Yearning

Some days, although we cannot pray, a prayer utters itself.

I always knew I'd be a sailor. In my cradle, playing with my toes, I knew it. What else could there have been? The sailors had made my blood move before I was born, I now believe. As my mother stood one night upon the shit-smelling Bermondsey shore with me in her belly, the sailors had sung out there across the great river, and their siren song had come to the shell-pink enormity that was my listening ear newly formed in the amniotic fluid. Or so I believe.

I was a very lonely child and it's funny but the first word that comes to my head is "starved". I felt starved of affection, starved of love and I felt that it wasn't OK to ask for it. Maybe there was a sense that if I deserved it, it would be there. There must be something I'd done which meant I didn't deserve it.

I want to kiss the bottom of the ocean before I burst through its surface into the sunlight. Otherwise I'll always be wondering about what was left unseen at the bottom.

Hands grab pull want ask demand. "If you loved me. If you loved me.

He looks me right in the eye, and all of a sudden I want to kiss him. [...] I almost take a step forward, there's that kind of draw. It's almost spiritual. Does he feel it too? He looks at me like he does.

I think we can manage a little more than that,' he promised. His hand was creeping up her top now, her breast soft and warm beneath his fingers. This was so much more than a kiss as his fingers skilfully caressed her nipples.

I only wish to be gone. Therefore, I AM.

I think desire is the most powerful force in the universe.

Maybe I was destined to forever fall in love with people I couldn't have. Maybe there's a whole assortment of impossible people waiting for me to find them. Waiting to make me feel the same impossibility over and over again.

Casting wistful glances at the Woodlawns' house Now

Write the book you want to read, the one you cannot find.

So this is where the years of maturity deliver us - to this needy, selfish, unwieldy wish to be somebody else's first and primal other.

What I'd like is a lobotomy, a clean job, the top of my head neatly sawn off and designated contents removed.

In the calm violence of your being, desire.

But I don't want you to have any respite from me.

Compreendo que o sonho de pobre é sonhar, apenas sonhar.

Strat yearned to imagine her without even the thin white dress, but it would not be honorable, so he prevented himself from having such a fantasy.

Maggie lifted her head. Chase lowered his. Like the inevitable meeting of sea with shore, their mouths came together.

And then those dusky lashes fluttered up, revealing a lambent gleam of jungle green. His hands circled her waist and she slowly flexed his hips, a wholly male sound of satisfaction escaping him when her eyes fluttered shut and she gasped. And then a small, secret, feminine smile appeared on her lips and Chase's control snapped like a power line in a high wind. Wrapping her in his arms, he began to pump into her in a slow, relentless rhythm that was both too much and not enough.

If we were teenagers, I could kiss you. But I'm on a platform behind a counter wearing a name tag and we're too old to be young.

But the most important thing I know is that I want the possibility of you more than the reality of [her].

Your lips were made for mine, Beck. You are the reason I have a mouth, a heart.

Who can sleep with you in the world?