Quotes About Yearning

Our hearts crave a dependence our minds deny us.

She could feel the echo of lovemaking in her body in the same way she could feel the rock and shift of waves after a day of swimming, long after she left the water.

I think I could fall madly in bed with you.

Sie ließen sich jetzt die Hände frei, ergriffen sie aber auf der Stelle wieder und beide sagten gleichzeitig: "Und wie geht es dir auch?" Aber statt sich zu antworten, fragten sie das gleiche aufs neue und die Antwort lag nur in den beredten Augen, da sie nach Art der Verliebten die Worte nicht mehr zu lenken wussten und, ohne sich weiter etwas zu sagen, endlich halb selig halb traurig auseinanderhuschten.

It was one of those yearning and gentle days of late spring, suddenly warm, when the air turns greenish yellow, so thick is it with pollen and bloom.

Of course!" he said foolishly. "Then I wish I had come sooner. I wish I had never gone—from you!" "Oh, Father, do you really? How many times I have wished that!" The blue eyes were full of wistful eagerness now. It had meant a great deal to her! Why had it? Was that her mother looking at him through her eyes? Was he going stark-staring crazy? It was Alice's look. Alice was looking through those eyes of her daughter as one might look through a window!

Indeed, dear boy, I do want to go with all my heart if I really ought. I have always wanted to see the ocean and I can't imagine any place I'd rather go. ? - Grace Livingston Hill, Aunt Crete's Emancipation.? ?

Aunt Crete gasped with joy. The thought of the ocean, was wonderful. she had dreamed of it many times,but never had seen it, because she was always the one who could just as well stay at home as not. ? - Grace Livingston Hill, Aunt Crete's Emancipation

That heartbreaking moment when you finish an amazing book, and you are forced to return to reality.

Edie didn't budge. She leaned her chin on her knees and felt sad. She was a big reader too, but she liked THE BOBBSEY TWINS or HONEY BUNCH AT THE SEASHORE. She loved that nice family life. She tried to live it in the three rooms on the fourth floor. Sometimes she called her father Dad, or even Father, which surprised him. Who? he asked.

Num cotovelo do caminho avistou um canto de cerca, encheu-o a esperança de achar comida, sentiu desejo de cantar. A voz saiu-lhe rouca, medonha. Calou-se para não estragar força.

I had to touch you with my hands, I had to taste you with my tongue; one can't love and do nothing.

I had to touch you with my hands, I had to taste you with my tongue; one can't love and do nothing.

It's bad enough weeping for the loss of a love you once had. Don't be after weeping for the loss of a love you never had at all.

I run blindly through the madhouse ... And I cannot even pray ... For I have no God.

Without love and a dream it would never come true...

But once you've done what you had to, they'll never let you do what you want to.

And you're outside, right? You don't know this game. You don't give a shit. But you envy them being so goddamned alive, for knowing what they care about and what they want and for trying to get at it. For being in it, man. And you're just sitting there watching.

Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love. — Rumi (C. 1207 C.E.-1273 C.E.), Sufi poet

Still, he felt increasingly drawn to Jade, in a way that was more visceral than tactical.

What had he hoped for back then? What kind of future had he dreamed of when he'd stared up at the lightning-fork crack in the ceiling?

Sometimes we love with nothing more than hope. Sometimes we cry with everything except tears.

Where would I be if not for your wild heart? I ask this not from love, but selfishly— how could I live? How could I make my art?

And to live only once– What if that's not enough?