Quotes About Yearning

How mysteriously alone we are! How tempting to imagine that if we're loved, our loneliness will be dispelled.

I loved the way he kissed me, as if he had to, as if he'd go crazy if he didn't and had nearly waited too long.

The only way I'm keeping my hands off her is if I'm dead. Find another way to fix us.

I didn't know I was looking for anything until I saw you.

He was the kind of guy that made a woman want to rip his shirt open and watch the buttons scatter along with her inhibitions.

I loved the way he kissed me, as if he had to, as if he'd go crazy if he didn't and had nearly waited too long.

I am obsessed with you, angel. Addicted to you. You're everything i've ever wanted or needed, everything i've dreamed of. You're everything. I live and breathe you. For you.

Romance isn't in my repertoire, Eva. But a thousand ways to make you come are. Let me show you.

I can't go long without you either, Eva. You're an addiction...my obsession...

He was my drug, and I had no desire to kick the habit.

I love you. Still not the right word, but i know you want to hear it.

I love you—oh, how terribly I love you—but I could not live in your world for more than a little time. The stars have a hold on me; I would miss them, and I—I would be torn in two, Georyn.

What did my hands do before they held you?

I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.

Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.

Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren't having any of those.

I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.

I talk to God but the sky is empty.

There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room. It's like watching Paris from an express caboose heading in the opposite direction--every second the city gets smaller and smaller, only you feel it's really you getting smaller and smaller and lonelier and lonelier, rushing away from all those lights and excitement at about a million miles an hour.

To-day I wish that I were a tree, And not myself, Confronting spring with a neat little row of poems Like cups and saucers on a shelf. ... But as I am only a woman And not a tree, With piteous human care I have made this poem, And set it now on the shelf with the rest to be. - Wish in Spring

He wrote how he "needed to be by himself, so he could miss her, to get some perspective

It was so much more exquisite to long for somebody than to have her there beside him.

Longing that is deeper than want. It's not as simple as desire. It's more like missing something you've never had.

Recollection of fear can be stronger than the original fear itself. Similarly, bliss is sometimes more vivid when recollected. How else do you explain longing? Longing for what has already passed. That's the real pain.