Quotes About Yearning

Standing alongside a harp, she stretched out her hand and ran her fingers across the strings, the tumble of notes reminding her of a shower on a bright day, of primrose petals bending to the weight of raindrops. She regretted never having learned to play an instrument.

I'm always wondering if he'll return. Sometimes I pray that he doesn't. And sometimes I hope he will. I wish on falling stars and eyelashes. Absence isn't solid the way death is. It's fluid, like language. And it hurts so much...so, so much.

You are my heart as it beats within my chest, my soul as it moves through my mind. The breath in my body that so fascinates you is your essence pouring in and out of me in a wave that drowns me over and over again until I cannot breathe for wanting you. Needing you.

Whenever I see you, I am overcome with the urge to be rooted within you, to be buried deep so your body can nourish me.

I am going to devour you, Magdelegna," he promised her, the darkness of his cravings coming to bear on her fully at last. "You wanted to know my passions? Allow me to introduce them to you.

But I must tell you that... he paused and his voice filled with infinite gentleness and tenderness. You are so very precious to me, he whispered against her neck. You are my heart as it moves within my chest, my soul as it moves through my mind. The breath in my body that so fascinates you is your essence pouring in and out of me in a wave that drowns me over and over again until I cannot breathe for wanting you. Needing you.

we seem to be present, we desire the same

I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem.

Yo creía que quería ser poeta, pero en el fondo quería ser poema

grité que por favor que no volviéramos nunca, nunca jamás a casa. Por supuesto, volvimos.

Not everyone has a voice. Many outsiders cannot speak through walls, and, as a consequence, they become silent and invisible. Some give up their voices willingly. Others cannot face the ferocious silence of their lives; so they replace their genuine voices with incomprehensible shrieks of rage. They bombard the wall with wrath or batter it with explosives. The silence is broken by their rage, but nothing changes. They remain outsiders who are desperate to be allowed into the world.

The writer's greed is appalling. He wants, or seems to want, everything and practically everybody, in another sense, and at the same time, he needs no one at all.

Hers was the heart-hunger that has sent people of all ages in search of new thoughts and deeper perceptions.

his lost princess and his queen; but when this

for you will always gravitate toward that which you, secretly, most love.

The key to an enriched life is to have a burning desire. Wayne

Somebody, said Jacques, your father or mine, should have told us that not many people have ever died of love. But multitudes have perished, and are perishing every hour - and in the oddest places! - for the lack of it.

For nothing is more unbearable, once one has it, than freedom.

I hope that nobody has ever had to look at anybody they love through glass.

It was a gesture of great despair and I knew that she was giving herself, not to me, but to that lover who would never come.

She fitted in my arms, she always had, and the shock of holding her caused me to feel that my arms had been empty since she had been away.

Sometimes, when he was not near me, I thought, I will never let him 'Touch' me again. Then, when he 'Touched' me, I thought, it doesn't matter, it is only the body, it will soon be over. When it was over, I lay in the dark and listened to his breathing and dreamed of the 'Touch' of hands, of Giovanni's hands, or anybody's hands, hands which would have the power to crush me and make me whole again.

You don't know how much I needed to hear from you. I wanted to write you many a time but I dug how much I must have hurt you and so I didn't write. But now I feel like a man who's been trying to climb up out of some deep, really deep and funky hole and just saw the sun up there, outside. I got to get outside.

I kissed her salty tears and murmured, murmured I don't know what. I felt her body straining, straining to meet mine and I felt my own contracting and drawing away and I knew that I had begun the long fall down.