Quotes About Yearning

You came for me.

I mean, I'll have everything I want here when you are. So, yes, absolutely yes.

I've been so unhappy without you. Maybe it'll help to know I haven't had a decent night's sleep since you left. It does. Her lips curved when he laughed. I hope you suffered. And I'll remind you of how much you suffered the next time you try to decide what's best for me. He combed his fingers through her hair. I'm what's best for you.

he looks at you like you're the last chocolate bar on the shelf and he would die without a chocolate fix.

I guess, really thinking about it, I always assumed when you missed someone , it was tangible...something real you could grab and hold on to, but it's a not-there feeling.

Saint Augustine: This former skeptic confessed: "Thou hast formed us for Thyself, and our hearts are restless till they find rest in Thee."43 If all men need God, including atheists, then it is unreasonable to conclude there is no God anywhere simply because some people do not find Him.

It is a strange and wonderful and somewhat embarrassing feeling to hold someone in your arms who is trying to detach you from the earth and you aren't good enough to follow her.

She was one of the most beautiful dancers I've ever seen. She made her partner feel as if he were about to be left behind, or already had been. It is a strange and wonderful and somewhat embarrassing feeling to hold someone in your arms who is trying to detach you from the earth and you aren't good enough to follow her.

She did not want the pleasurable and comfortable mediocrity in which she now wallowed to be the sum of her life.

He was going to take in, possess the whole of the world. Aussie Aussie Aussie, Oi Oi Oi? Fuck off. He wanted more.

I want fake love. But that's all I want, and that's why I can't have it.

songs deliver an amorphous, irrefutable interpretation of how being in love is supposed to feel, and people find themselves wanting that feeling for real.

I feel my heart ache, but I've forgotten what that feeling means.

I wanted to destroy everything beautiful I'd never have.

Make me into anything, but just love me.

For years now, I've wanted to fall asleep. The sort of slipping off, the giving up, the falling part of sleep. Now sleeping is the last thing I want to do.

Oh love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me. I'll be anybody you want me to be.

Inside me is the same desperate hope I have watching the ravenous dead and thinking, Oh please, oh please, oh please. The craving inside of me is to be clutched at by some dead girl. To put my ear to her chest and hear nothing. Even getting munched on by zombies beats the idea that I'm only flesh and blood, skin and bone. Demon or angel or evil spirit, I just need something to show itself. Ghoulie or ghosty or long-legged beastie, I just want my hand held.

Deliver me from Swedish furniture. Deliver me from clever art. May I never be complete. May I never be content. May I never be perfect.

I just want one person I can rescue and I want one person who needs me. Who can't live without me. I want to be a hero, but not just one time.

I was tired and crazy and rushed, and every time I boarded a plane, I wanted the plane to crash. I envied people dying of cancer. I hated my life. I was tired and bored with my job and my furniture, and I couldn't see any way to change things. Only end them.

It's funny how you never think about the women you've had. It's always the ones who get away that you can't forget.

And if you can find any way out of our culture, then that's a trap too. Just wanting to get out of the trap reinforces the trap.

We have pain and hate and love and joy and war in the world because we want them.