Quotes About Yearning

Heavens can witness I love none but you: From my embracements thus he breaks away. O that mine arms could close this isle about, That I might pull him to me where I would! Or that these tears that drizzle from mine eyes Had power to mollify his stony heart, That when I had him we might never part.

As in plain terms (yet cunningly) he crav'd it; / Love always makes those eloquent that have it (II.71-2).

Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.

Sweet prince, I come! these, thy amorous lines Might have enforc'd me to have swum from France, And, like Leander, gasp'd upon the sand, So thou wouldst smile, and take me in thine arms.

Hope is merely another face of desire. And desire is a motherfucker.

Tommy had felt alone in a crowd before, even inferior to everyone in a crowd, but now he felt, well, different. It wasn't just the clothes and the make up, it was the humanity. He wasn't part of it. Heightened senses or not, he felt like he had his nose pressed against the window, looking in. The problem was, it was the window of a donut shop.

Is it so hard for you to give up what you never had?

Hope is merely another face of desire.

Foo shuddered. It had been less than an hour since the cops led Abby away and already he missed her like a severed limb. It was embarrassing. How could hormones and hydrostatic pressure make you feel like this? Love was very unscientific.

Like love, privacy is most manifest in its absence.

Look, I've always had an empty place in my life that I've alternatively tried to fill with food and penises, but now I have something.

She looked at him—those wide blue eyes—with sort of an odd, glazed look. Not with the adoration or wonder that you might expect, more like she'd been drinking and would be leaving as soon as she found her car keys.

You cannot miss what you have never had.

Every time you leave, I feel as if less of you returns to me.

The power escapes me

Away, away, you shall fly away, O'er the peaks and vales To the lands beyond. Away, away, you shall fly away, And never return to me. Gone! Gone you shall be from me, And I will never see you again. Gone! Gone you shall be from me, Though I wait for you evermore.

They are all I have left—the stars and the memory of the many times I wished upon them. But with all those wishes, I asked for only one thing. To see him again. But I will not see him again. I do not see him now.

Need is a close kin of love

He shrugs as he slowly collects himself. "I guess there was a part of me that kept hoping you would rise from the dead. Like a normal vampire.

As much as you long for it, it longs for you more. Take one step toward the Big Person and it will take a hundred steps toward you.

Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, Looking into the heart of light, the silence.

I wish I could bottle the seductive look she gave me so I could sniff it when I jack off.

a Spring that comes for those who long for it.

A monk should surely love his books with humility, wishing their good and not the glory of his own curiosity; but what the temptation of adultery is for laymen and the yearning for riches is for secular ecclesiastics, the seduction of knowledge is for monks.