Quotes About Yearning

He walked to Brooks's, intending to drink a glass of port, eat a joint of beef, and read the Times. But even at his club, surrounded by all the trappings of the honorable British gentleman, he still longed for the forbidden fruit; he still hungered for the hot, sweet kisses of an Italian girl.

He could feel the only woman he had ever wanted slipping away for the third time, and he knew that this time, the pain of losing her would annihilate her.

It's time love," he murmured, nuzzling her throat, kissing her ear. "I've waited so long. I can't wait any longer have you.

When she turned at the sound of his calling her name, he felt the world tilt a little sideways, and he knew that even if a decade passed before he saw her again, he would still remember every detail of her face—the exact blue of her eyes and the luminous glow of her skin and the delicate arch of her brow. Worse, he suspected he'd still feel the same sensations a decade from now—a dry throat, a pounding heart, and an inability to say a single word.

You're killing me," he told her, panting, his palms sliding down over her ribs to explore the rest of her shape—her waist, her hips, her thighs. "Killing me by inches." He lifted his body from hers enough to yank up her skirt. "But it's a damn fine way for a man to die.

The heart knows nothing, sees nothing, but it kicks up a ruckus, throws tantrums to get what it wants.

Of all the butterflies that chose to stay, I'm in love with the one that got away.

And you wanna know how i know i love you? He asks. I know because when I see you, I smile. I know because when I'm not with you, you're all I can think about. I know because when I hear good news, you're the first person I want to tell. And I know because when I hear bad news, you're the first person I want to talk to.

I kissed you because i wanted to see if reality could ever compare to a memory. It doesn't. It's ever better. And I want more, Margot.

He walked over to his place, the center of a U-shaped configuration of tables, and set his papers down, pretending to consult them. Instead, he inspected Lily covertly, hoping to detect a weakness, some tiny chink in her armor. Damn her for being more beautiful than ever, he thought. A single glance and he began wanting things he knew were impossible.

Maybe children just want whatever it is they don't get. And then they grow up and give their children what they wanted, be it silence or information, affection or independence--so that child, in turn, craves something else. With every generation the pendulum swings from opposite to opposite, stillness and peace so elusive.

Intenté nombrarla y era innombrable, volé para alcanzarla y me quemó las alas.

Cuando lo encuentre, se lo va a comer a besos, o acaso no es propio de los amantes devorarse mutuamente.

Me da vergüenza decirlo, esas cosas ya no se usan, pero desde ya confieso que lo mío con él fue totalmente así: agonía de corazón ardido que se desangra de amor.

Yo sin embargo pensaba en ti, que es lo que hago cuando no quiero pensar en nada.

Yo mientras tanto pensaba en ti, que es lo que hago cuando no quiero pensar en nada.

Te sobra el nombre cuando no tienes quien te llame con afecto.

Hoping so hard that there was one boy out there who wanted you as much as you wanted him, because you wouldn't know what you would do with yourself if this were not true.

She clenched the blanket in her fist, and sighed, and breathed his name, and if she hasn't said it out load, he wouldn't have known what to call himself, because everything was her.

Frankie sat there, oblivious to them all, the pastel warm between her fingers, thinking about the fact that Sam knew her name, thinking about the way his lower lip curled under his teeth to pronounce it, thinking about his lips and teeth and hair and bones and all the other truths of a body that seem so mundane when that body is yours, and so fascinating when that body belongs to someone else.

Wanting everything seems like an excellent way to set yourself up for disappointment. But what if you accept the yearning, what if the yearning is the only thing that can satisfy?

But I also knew that the human condition leads us to feel alive when confronted with things that we have never imagined, and even more alive when confronted with things we cannot have.

I would court you with a passion, if things were different. You'd never get me off your porch swing.

As his flesh touched my spirit, the feeling of falling turned into a feeling of flying. I was soaring through time toward him.