Quotes About Yearning

I try to describe you to the river. I say you're a snag— Something the river can understand—catching my heart, That I'm rowing without oars, that this is some trip, Never able to leave you, bracing hard against swirls That confuse me, that the whole ghostly place seems like a trap Without bait, that nothing arrives anyplace near Where you and I once wanted to be. from "The Little Ghosts I Played with

I guess love first requires empty arms with a sun between them before clouds start to fill spaces.

I can't open both arms and catch falling towers, catch trees, catch helpless oceans or drowning things. I hold out empty arms because you refuse to fall into them. Every bit of you inside won't come out, which is the way of a heart hatching. This stubornness insists I love you while I hold no act of God responsible.

The very beautiful rarely love at all; those precious images are placed above the reach of the passions: Time alone is permitted to efface them.

Not dancing well, I never danced at all--and how grievously has my heart ached when others where in the full enjoyment of that conversation which I had no right even to partake.

I got the Weary BluesAnd I can't be satisfied.

I will take your heart. I will take your soul out of your body As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the little words you say to me. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand Nor the sweet of your lips alone. I will take your heart for mine. I will take your soul. I will be God when it comes to you.

Lawrence has a wonderful hill in it, with a university on top and the first time I ran away from home, I ran up the hill and looked across the world: Kansas wheat fields and the Kaw River, and I wanted to go some place, too. I got a whipping for it.

I never cared," he said. "I wanted you anyway. I always wanted you.

Desire is not always lessened by disgust. Nor can it be bestowed, like a favor, to those most deserving of it. And as my words bind my magic, so you can know the truth. If she doesn't desire his kiss, she won't be free.

Looking at him now-even if she hadn't been in love with him, that part of her that was her mother's daugher, that loved every beautiful thing for its beauty alone, would still have wanted him.

God knows we're all drawn to what's beautiful and broken.

Oh, I can never get enough. Which, incidentally, is what your sister said when--

He wanted to make her laugh. He wanted to sit and listen to her talk about books until his ears fell off. But all these were things he could not want, because they were things he could not have, and wanting what you could not have led to misery and madness.

You see it, don't you, James? Without Tessa there is nothing for me--no joy, no light, no life. If you loved me, you would let me have her. You can't love her as I do. No one could. If you are truly my brother, you would do this for me.

There are things our souls want, and mine wants you.

My heart tells me this is the best and greatest feeling I have ever had. But my mind knows the difference between wanting what you can't have and wanting what you shouldn't want. And I shouldn't want you.

He looked back at her, and when she saw the look on his face, she saw his eyes at Renwick's, when he had watched the Portal that separated him from his home shatter into a thousand irretrievable pieces. He held her gaze for a split second, then looked away from her, the muscles in his throat working.

Not enough," he said, letting her hair slip through his fingers. "If I kiss you all day, everyday, for the rest of my life, it won't be enough.

Yeah," he said, eyelashes lowering as his gaze traced the movement of her fingers. "It hurt me being away from you. It feels like there's a hook dug in under my ribs, and there's something pulling at the other end. Like I'm tethered to you, no matter the distance.

It wasn't enough, not nearly enough, but it was all there was.

Unrequited love is a ridiculous state, and it makes those in it behave ridiculously.

You are not the last dream of my soul. You are the first dream, the only dream I ever was unable to stop myself from dreaming. You are the first dream of my soul, and from that dream I hope will come all other dreams, a lifetime's worth.

I love you; I love you and I don't care that you're my sister; don't be with him, don't want him, don't go with him. Be with me. Want me. Stay with me. I don't know how to be without you.