Quotes About Yearning

Outside, somewhere near, the world would soon be waking. He had watched it wake from the window of this very room, day after day, stirring itself to another round of fruitless pursuits, and he'd known, known, that there was nothing left out there to excite him.

There is in our natures a calamitous hunger for consummation.

Or were they breed who had died from their half-life, caught in the sun, perhaps, or withered by longing?

This, no doubt, was the call 33 had heard. Bored with his balanced diet of maize and maple peas, tired of the pecking order of the loft and the predictability of each day — the bird had wanted out; wanted up and away. A day of high life; of food that had to be chased a little, and tasted all the better for that; of the companionship of wild things. All this went through Cal's head, in a vague sort of way, while he watched the circling flocks.

The proximity of this harem aroused him, despite circumstances. He opned his trousers and caressed his cock, more eager to have the seed spilled and so be freed of these creatures than for the pleasure of it.

I wanted to be gone forever from being and knowing, which are the pieces of

The seasons long for each other, like men and women, in order that they may be cured of their excesses.

She was liquid; a boundless sea in a single body, a deluge in a small room, and I will gladly drown in her, if she grants me the chance.

Besides, he guessed she wouldn't have thanked him for delaying his purchase. She needed dope more than she needed him.

This is the thing, I think often, that never occurs to you when you consider what it would be like to lose someone you love. That you would miss not just the flowers and kisses, but the totality of the experience. You miss the failures and little evils with as much desperation as you miss being held in the middle of the night. I wish he were here now, and I was kissing him. I wish he were here now, and I was betraying him. Either would be fine, so fine, as long as he was here.

I want nothing from love, in short, but love.

Ask the Outsider what he ultimately wants and he will admit he doesn't know. Why? Because he wants it instinctively, and it is not always possible to tell what your instincts are driving towards. Young W.B. Yeats wanted a fairy land where 'the lonely of heart is withered away.' Dowson and Thompson and Beddoes were 'half in love with easeful death': They are not long, the days of wine and roses Out of a misty dream Our path emerges for a while, then closes Within a dream.

I didn't want to love you, but I can't help it. I don't want to be without you, but I bloody well will. - Max

I don't plan to be a gentleman about this Victoria. He doesn't want you - he doesn't want anyone - an I do. ~ Sebastian

Se continui a guardarmi così, Victoria, sarò felice di darti quello che vuoi. Dopotutto, non sei più una bambina Sebastian a Victoria

The mere fact of Vegas, its necessity, was an indictment of our normal lives. If we needed this place--to transform into a high roller or a sexy swinger, to be someone else, a winner for once--then certainly the world beyond the desert was a small and mealy place indeed.

to the empty space usually reserved for Valentine.

Every kid had heard of Fun Town, been there or envied someone who had. In the third cut on side A, Dr. King spoke of how his daughter longed to visit the amusement park on Stewart Avenue in Atlanta. Yolanda begged her parents whenever

He stopped watching the movie a few years later when he realized he didn't watch it because it was sort of corny, or they got the facts wrong, or it marked how far he had come, but because watching it made him sad, and a nutjob part of him sought out that sadness.

He said to me once that most of the time people use the word love as just another way to show off they're hungry. The way he said it went something like: Glorify their appetites.

How very odd it is to be abandoned by language, how the future demands what should have been asked in the past, how words can escape us with such ease, and we are left, then, only with the pursuit.

Without you, she wrote in Hebrew, I am without any depth, I am on the surface here, waiting.

Freedom was a word that everyone mentioned but none of us knew.

I have nobody left to whom I can tell the story.