Quotes About Yearning

Okay, I'll admit that Chris and I still want each other. But need? Need is for your first lover on your twin bed in your college dorm.

She was incapable of dragging herself away from him; Even though talking over the situation with him had shattered her, being without him would have been even worse,as if it were only his presence that was stopping the pieces flying away in all directions.

He leaned in and kissed her, because now that he knew he could, he planned on kissing her every chance he got.

Stuart Weintraub was not only without Chloe, but also without sad Stuart eyes!

Love, the deadliest of all deadly things. It kills you. Alex. When you have it. Alex. And when you don't. Alex.

And I saw and still see everything that I do have, but no matter what, there is always the itch of what gets lost.

OH THAT I COULD GO TO THE SKY WHERE I MIGHT FIND A CLEAR KNOWING.

I never said to myself, I am longing; that feeling lived at a level below language.

And I saw ans still see everything that I do have, but no matter what, there is always the itch of what gets lost.

Mama!" a little boy squealed. "Take me closer!

She loved anyone and anything that didn't love her back, so long as it made her feel alive.

I didn't know there could be an almost kiss. It seems like the sort of thing that either happens or it doesn't. Oh no... There's an entire universe of near misses out there, kisses that almost were, but weren't.

It's the exile's dilemma. The home they yearn for is never the home to which they return. If they return.

Lovers 'devour' one another.

Will is seen as the source of all suffering, since willing never brings contentment, but only further desire!

I would have rather felt you round my throat, Crushing out life, than waving me farewell!

I woke raging with desire for you…

Le plus difficile, c'est la non-certitude, cette probabilité, même infime, que vous puissiez la retrouver encore. Cette brèche vous laisse dans l'errance, vous empêche de commencer à faire votre deuil.

It's been three days still haven't heard from you. My heart lives underwater breathing for you. But you break apart my tiny heart, giving me no chance to start something with you. I dove into the pool I dove in hoping to swim now I'm drowning.

I want you and it will be so, While I have life.

Not that she didn't love almost every boy she'd ever met, and not that every boy in the world didn't totally love her. It was impossible not to. But she wanted someone to love her and shower her with attention the way only a boy who was completely in love with her could. The rare sort of love. True love. The kind of love she'd never had.

Just because we can't be together doesn't mean I don't love you

She closed Dan's door and walked down the hall to her room. He makes a good boyfriend, she repeated to herself. What the hell was that suppose to mean? She didn't just want a good boyfriend. She wanted that thing Gustav Klimt had captured so perfectly in The Kiss. That radiant, electric, hold-me-tight-so-I don't-fall-from-up-here-in-the-sky feeling of being in love. Well, don't we all, sweetie?

Open the fridge and put My heart on a plate. I'm just as you left me, and I taste even better leftover.