Quotes About Yearning

I don't like sleeping without you.

You make me want to do things I've never done before.

I missed holding you.

I need you. Come with me?

and your thighs. I can't wait to feel them wrapped around me.

I could make you come, Peaches.

Then kiss me.

I thought a lot about kissing you.

I missed you.

Oh, honey. I don't want him.

You make it hard for me to breathe.

You can't keep running away from me. From us.

Come here, Savannah.

I dream of lost vocabularies that might express some of what we no longer can.

The Abandoned Valley Can you understand being alone so long you would go out in the middle of the night and put a bucket into the well so you could feel something down there tug at the other end of the rope?

What do you want out of life? I asked, and I used to ask that all the time of girls. I don't know, she said. Just wait on tables and try to get along. She yawned. I put my hand over her mouth and told her not to yawn. I tried to tell her how excited I was about life and the things we could do together; saying that, and planning to leave Denver in two days. She turned away wearily. We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad.

I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another til I drop.

It'll take you eternities to get rid of me,' she adds sadly, which makes me jealous, I want her to say I'll never get rid of her - I wanta be chased till eternity till I catch her.

I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you.

The one thing that we yearn for in our living days, that makes us sigh and groan and undergo sweet nauseas of all kinds, is the remembrance of some lost bliss that was probably experienced in the womb and can only be reproduced (though we hate to admit it) in death. But who wants to die?

Besides which, she would never understand me because I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

I wished I was on the same bus as her. A pain stabbed my heart as it did everytime I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world of ours.

And I said, 'That last thing is what you can't get, Carlo. Nobody can get to that last thing. We keep on living in hopes of catching it once and for all.

I was suddenly left with nothing in my hands but a handful of crazy stars.