Quotes About Yearning

This is what freedom feels like, he thinks. This is what I missed the most. He

The guy who'd kissed me last week—that guy was gone. Sure, I'd rejected him, and sure, I didn't own him. But even so, it hurt. I missed the Richie who'd mooned over me.

How could I desire him like this when I was so full of sorrow? And would he desire me enough to help take me away from here, even for a few stolen moments?

By Friday, I could tell something was missing. Just breaking the rules by itself wasn't going to cut it. I needed something more. I needed a boost in my game.

want the world to know how I felt about her. But now

She bowed her head, clasping her hands tightly before her upon the arm of his chair, for her heart yearned towards him, yet could not reach him, and it made her throat ache with unhappiness to meet that look of his that rested on her face without seeing it.

I wasn't unhappy, but I was a little like: 'Is this it? Really?' I was thirsty.

I have a tendency to run after people who are completely unattainable and uninterested and make a complete fool of myself.

That concept is quite universal, looking for love.

However you define God, and whether you believe in God or not, the world we live in has been shaped by the universal human conviction that there is more to life than life itself; that there is a 'god' shaped hole at the centre of our universe.

'Need You Now' is a universal subject matter. It's something that not just country fans, not just pop fans - everybody's been there. And the production was a little left of center.

What does it matter how many lovers you have if none of them gives you the universe?

How can I be in two places at once, unless I were a bird?

All women are not Helen, I know that, but have Helen in their hearts.

No woman really wants a man to carry her off; she only wants him to want to do it.

I could do with more mobbing. Particularly from women. I'd like to be treated like Ricky Martin.

A woman asks little of love: only that she be able to feel like a heroine.

The mystical impulse in men is somehow a desire to possess the universe. In women, it's a desire to be possessed.

She took my hand and pulled me after her, her shoulders giving off a sweet peppermint concoction that the bodies of young women sometimes produce to make my life more difficult.

I have wanted women whose very shoes are worth all I have ever possessed.

Gaming, women, and wine, while they laugh they make men pine.

"What do women want?" "They eat green salad and drink human blood."

It is not a woman I want - it is all women.

A man who admires a fine woman, has yet not more reason to wish himself her husband, than one who admired the Hesperian fruit, would have had to wish himself the dragon that kept it.