Quotes About Yearning

We were standing outside on the great steps of the hall high above the blue waters of San Francisco Bay, and they were there, the white ships on the tide, and all my love rose to sing my newfound seaman's life. -- The Sea! Real ships! My sweet ship had come in, no dream but true with tangled rigging and actual shipmates and the job slip secure in my wallet and only the night before I'd been kicking cockroaches in my tiny dark room in 3rd Street slums.

It's terrible never to find a father in a world chock-full of fathers of all sorts.

I looked greedily out the window: stucco houses and palms and drive-ins, the whole mad thing, the ragged promised land, the fantastic end of America.

somebody's eye—a wife, a girl, a friend, an animal —a blood let drop— he for his sea, he for his fire, thee for thy desire

he wanted so much to live...

grasping after life as much as you can because of its sweet sadness and because you would be dead some day.

Alles, was ich wollte und was Neal wollte und was alle wollten, war, irgendwie ins Herz der Dinge vorzudringen,…

The last thing is what you can´t get. Nobody can get to that last thing. We keep on living in hopes of catching it once for all

Pauline hiçbir zaman anlamayacakt? beni, çünkü ilgimi çeken çok fazla ÅŸey vard? ve geberinceye kadar birinden ötekine koÅŸacakt?m. Kendi kafa kar???kl???mdan baÅŸka bir ÅŸey sunamazd?m kimseye.

Sentí una punzada en el corazón, como me pasaba cada vez que veía que una chica que me gustaba y yo nos dirigíamos a puntos opuestos de este mundo demasiado grande.

Lucille 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.

Look at that party the other night. Everybody wanted to have a good time and tried real hard but we all woke up the next day feeling sorta sad and separate. What do you think about death, Ray?

her mind is bent on something else—she's after me; she won't understand how much I love her, she's knitting my doom.

O sad American night!

Viviamo per desiderare, e cosi farò anch'io, e balzerò giù da questa montagna sapendo tutto alla perfezione o non sapendo tutto alla perfezione, pieno di splendida ignoranza in cerca di una scintilla altrove.

Ci sono troppe cose che mi piacciono e mi confondo e mi perdo a correre da una stella cadente all'altra fino allo sfinimento. (...) Non avevo niente da offrire a nessuno tranne la mia confusione.

I was jealous; therefore I loved.

more you drink more you want

He was disappointed in it all. He had developed into an alien. As the steam beer had tasted raw, so their companionship seemed raw to him. He was too far removed. Too many thousands of opened books yawned between them and him. He had exiled himself. He had travelled in the vast realm of intellect until he could no longer return home. On the other hand, he was human, and his gregarious need for companionship remained unsatisfied. He had found no new home.

Actually, I want twins.

The best thing in the world is to put two characters who hate each other side by side. Or put two people who love each other far away, so they have to reach for each other with their looks.

Eating cold tuna fish out of a tin on a porch while two people are in love across a lake - I think that's desperately lonely.

As a kid, I always wanted to be lots of things. I was a Walter Mitty type. I wanted to be in the French Foreign Legion, a detective, a doctor, a test pilot with a scarf, a fisherman who hauled in a tremendous marlin after a 12-hour fight.

I long for typical days, but rarely get them any more.