Quotes About Yearning

One kiss, and that was everything.

Every skull-cap may dream of the tiara.

He felt as though his brain were on fire. She had come to him, what joy! And then, how she had looked at him! She seemed more beautiful than ever before. Beautiful with a beauty that combined all of the woman with all of the angel, a beauty that would have made Petrarch sing and Dante kneel. He felt as though he were swimming in the deep blue sky. At the same time he was horribly disconcerted, because there was dust on his boots.

Marius y Cosette no se hablaban, no se saludaban, no se conocían: se veían y, como los astros en el cielo que están separados por millones de leguas, vivían de mirarse.

He had never known a kind woman friend in his native parts. He had not had the time to fall in love.

La vie n'est qu'une longue perte de tout ce qu'on aime.

We are drawn to what we lack. No one loves daylight more than a blind man.

Does not this comprehend all, in fact? and what is there left to desire beyond it? A little garden in which to walk, and immensity in which to dream. At

hasret; özlenenden uzak m? kalmakt?r? özlenen yak?ndayken hicran duyulamaz m??

Destiny, with its mysterious and fatal patience, was slowly bringing these two beings near each other, fully charged and all languishing with the stormy electricities of passion.

Ah, miten mielelläni hukuttautuisin, jollei vesi olisi niin kylmää!

Si vous voulez que je m'en aille, Pourquoi passez-vous par ici ? Lorsque je vous vois, je tressaille : C'est ma joie et c'est mon souci. Si vous voulez que je m'en aille, Pourquoi passez-vous par ici ?

Zu lieben oder geliebt zu haben genügt. Danach verlangt nichts mehr! In den geheimnisvollen Wendungen des Lebens ist keine weitere Perle mehr zu finden.

Qué triste está el alma cuando está triste por el amor! ¡Qué vacío tan inmenso es la ausencia del ser que llena el mundo! ¡Oh! ¡Cuán verdadero es que el ser amado se convierte en Dios!

There's no substitute for talking to the people you love. Thinking about them, dreaming about them, wishing things were different

Missing him. Longing for him. Worrying about him. Those were her nighttime journeys.

The more extreme and the more expressed that passion is, the more unbearable does life seem without it. It reminds us that if passion dies or is denied, we are partly dead and that soon, come what may, we will be wholly so.   —

How can I possibly fold all that longing into something as small as words?

He liked whores. He always had.

It hurts almost more than I can bear. Tears sting my eyes again; I wipe them away impatiently. I am so tired of crying, so tired of feeling like half a person, but I don't know how to change things... (I have never felt so lost and alone.)

It had been the first kiss for both of them, and to this day, when Dean kissed a woman, he longed for the smell of the sea.

The minute he saw her, he understood what had been missing from his life. It was hokey, he knew, and sentimental and sappy, but that didn't make it any less true. What he'd been longing for, without even realizing it, had been that elusive, magical mixture of friendship and passion that he'd only ever found with her.

She wanted to say "Don't leave me," but she couldn't do it, not again. She was so tired of begging people to love her. Besides

Although she'd been young—only four—Isabelle thought she'd learned what alone meant, but she'd been wrong. In the three years she'd lived at Le Jardin, she'd at least had a sister, even if Vianne was never around. Isabelle remembered peering down from the upstairs window, watching Vianne and her friends from a distance, praying to be remembered, to be invited, and then when