Quotes About Yearning

Terminate tormentOf love unsatisfiedThe greater tormentOf love satisfied.

For love would be love of the wrong thing there is yet faith, But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.

The fact that you yearn for more doesn't mean you're ungrateful for what you have or that you're greedy. It means you have a higher calling. The yearning inside calls you.

sometimes wondered if it would be better to let go of the pain of wanting and settle for the calm mediocrity of the status quo.

Out of the millions and millions of people that inhabit this planet, he is one of the tiny few I can never have.

I mean, at the end of the day, what the hell does it matter who I end up with if it can't be you?

It's always nice being wanted. Even if it's by the wrong person.

Wszyscy s? jako? zadowoleni ze swoich miejsc, które im wyznaczy?o przeznaczenie i ?a?cuch genów. Wykonuj? skromnie, co im ka?e Wielka Entropia. A ja obra?am si? na los, na swoje ograniczenie, na Pana Boga. Pragn? czego?, czego nie mog?. Marz? o tym, czego nie b?dzie. Ton? w sze??dziesi?ciu litrach w?asnej truj?cej wody, ja, zdefektowany ssak dwuno?ny.

Aku lari bagai musang lari dalam bayang-bayang rimba, gila dengan wanginya sendiri. Malamnya malam pertengahan Mei dan anginnya angin selatan. Aku kehilangan jala dan aku pun mengelana. Aku mencari apa yang tak bisa kudapat, aku mendapat apa yang tak kucari.

I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.

She stretched her arms towards me without moving from the spot, as if there were a fence preventing her from getting any closer. I rushed over and embraced her and she clung to me as if she were drowning.

I want to live with you someday. I don't need a reply. That's just how i feel. It's just now, i finally have a freedom to feel that way.

I want to live with you someday. I don't need a reply. That's just how i feel. It's just...now, i finally have the freedom to feel that way.

just for once i want a love that feels like plunging my flushed cheeks into deep soft snow

I wish to experience the sort of love That compels the dipping of my burning face in softly piled snow.

I want to go to the mountains, I want to go to the sea, I want to go to a place where no one knows me, I want to be lost among the people who speak a language I don't understand at all.

The thing is, I am so lonely I can hardly breathe.

Fill what is empty, empty what is full, and scratch where it itches.

sometimes it's the one thing we've never had, but have wanted for so long, that has the power to disappoint us the most.

Only when in the sun do you miss the shade.

Hope is really just desire disguised, just desperation, aching, dressed up like a prayer.

I weaned myself on the nostalgia equivalent of methadone (less addictive, less obvious, less likely to make you crazy): missing what I had never had.

I suppose I've always had a yearning, in spite of the fact that I am temperamentally unsuited to the role in every possible way, to be a hero out of myth, golden and reckless, galloping bareback to meet my fate on a wild horse no other man could ride.

If I had to get there without friends, I could do it. Had been doing it. I'd never met anyone who brought me somewhere I wanted to stay, looked at me and saw someone I wanted to be for good; anyone who was worth giving up the more I wanted down the line.