Quotes About Yearning

because even more than wanting to hold her or kiss her, he simply ached to see her again. To spend time with her. To talk to her. He wanted to watch her roll her eyes when he said something ridiculous, he wanted to feel her hand on his arms like the day before. he wanted to watch her nervously tuck strands of hair behind her ear,and listen as she told him about her childhood. he wanted to ask her about her dreams and hopes for the future, to know her secrets.

Did you ever have a dream? he asked. Something you wanted so badly and just when you think you're about to reach out and grabit, something else takes it away?

He wanted to shout, telling her to stop. He wanted to tell her that he could stay, that he wanted to stay, that if leaving meant losing her, then going home wasn't worth it. But the words stayed trapped inside him...

The flowers need watering the silver needs a shine. Daughter is a magnet drawn back to where she was last safe. She touches the tablecloth like a talisman. Tell me who I was. Tell me what I've become.

O verdadeiro amor é um fogo no coração. É um sentimento alegre e maravilhoso. Uma magnífica agonia. É ser incapaz de comer, de pensar e nem sequer de respirar a menos que se esteja perto do objecto no nosso afecto. É não nos sentirmos completos sem essa pessoa...

I believe it is love, but how does one tell?" Her friend's gaze grew thoughtful. "The signs are usually recognizable. When you love a man, he becomes the center of your world. You yearn to be with him, and when you are not, he is constantly on your mind. He brightens your day. His simplest touch sparks passion in you... a tender look fires a warmth in your heart. Life feels empty without him.

Thank God. I was running out of hope. His arms coming around her, he drew her close and rested his cheek on her hair. I could never live without you, Lily. I could never be happy alone, now that I know what happiness is. He laughted softly. I thought I was perfectly content until I met you. I never realized how much I was missing until then. I haven't been the same man since I kissed you in that stable loft.

No, I won't let you go, Marcus thought fiercely. He was conscious of a savage urge to carry Arabella far away from here, captive, in his sole possession, until she finally agreed to wed him and give him her heart.

Abduction is a romantic expression of passion.

I left the library. Crossing the street, I was hit head-on by a brutal loneliness. I felt dark and hollow. Abandoned, unnoticed, forgotten, I stood on the sidewalk, a nothing, a gatherer of dust. People hurried past me. and everyone who walked by was happier than I. I felt the old envy. I would have given anything to be one of them.

Let's stand under a tree, she said. Why? Because it's nicer. Maybe you should sit on a chair, and I'll stand above you, like they always do with husbands and wives. That's stupid. Why's it stupid? Because we're not married. Should we hold hands? We can't. But why? Because, people will know. Know what? About us. So what if they know? It's better when it's a secret. Why? So no one can take it from us.)

Now we'd known each other for two years, the side of my calf was touching his shins, and his stomach was against my ribs. He said, I don't think it's end of world to be my girlfriend. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. It took seven languages to make me; it would be nice if I could have spoken just one.

Then I turned the page and at the top it said THINGS I MISS ABOUT M and there was a list of 15 things, and the first was THE WAY HE HOLDS THINGS. I did not understand how you can miss the way somebody holds things.

All I want is not to die on a day when I went unseen.

Having begun to feel, people's desire to feel grew. They wanted to feel more, feel deeper, despite how it sometimes hurt. People became addicted to feeling. They struggled to uncover new emotions.

The kiss stayed there with no place to go, no sensory reserve that could absorb it and file it away as a common act of intimacy, a thousand times received. He knew what Anna was asking: whether you could love someone without habits.

If it weren't for her, there would never have been an empty space, or the need to fill it.

Who doesn't wish to make a spectacle of his loneliness?

Part of you thought: Please don't look at me. If you don't, I can still turn away. And part of you thought. Look at me.

She's kept her love for him as alive as the summer they first met. In order to do this, she's turned life away. Sometimes she subsists for days on water and air.

But really he just wanted to steal a little more time before he had to go back home again where the truth would be waiting.

When I sat up he was looking at me. His face was hopeful and unbelieving and also a little sad, and I wondered if it was anything like my father's face when he looked at my mother all those years ago at the Dead Sea, setting in motion a train of events that had finally brought me here, to the middle of nowhere, with a boy I'd grown up with but hardly knew.

Il était une fois un garçon qui aimait une fille, et son rire était une question à laquelle il voulait répondre toute sa vie.

Franz Kafka is Dead He died in a tree from which he wouldn't come down. Come down! they cried to him. Come down! Come down! Silence filled the night, and the night filled the silence, while they waited for Kafka to speak. I can't, he finally said, with a note of wistfulness. Why? they cried. Stars spilled across the black sky. Because then you'll stop asking for me.