Quotes About Yearning

And at once he sacrificed everything to it, if it can be said we ever sacrifice anything save what we know we can never attain, or what some secret wisdom tells us it would be uncomfortable or saddening to possess.

The knowledge that she would never be loved in return acted upon her ideas as a tide acts upon cliffs. Her religious beliefs went first, for all she could ask of a god, or of immortality, was the gift of a place where daughters love their mothers; the other attributes of Heaven you could have for a song.

The knowledge that she would never be loved in return acted upon her ideas as a tide acts upon cliffs.

They're waitin'. They're witin' for something that they feel is comin'. Something important, and great. Aren't they waitin' for the eternal part in them to come out clear?

El hambre de golosinas siempre expresa un hambre de cariño no saciada.

I try to live without you, everytime I do I feel dead.

but her mind feels feverish as it races through the crowded hallways of the past

I will miss you, he said, and his words was both honey and poison, sun and moon in the same sky.

He listen something in my voice because he look up immediately. His eyes as blue as July sky. His long yellow hair fall like sunshine on his forehead and my finger burn from not touching it.

The hunger for the world is bigger than the world itself and no dinner of mutton cutlets and okra is going to feed it.

She would wait until she wandered around this room filled with people she knew and loved, until she had wished every last one of them a new year filled with hope and dreams and yearning. She would not wish any of them success or prosperity or wealth because the magic was in the dreaming. She knew that now. America had taught her that. How wise, to talk about the pursuit of happiness and not of happiness itself.

She did think of him sometimes. Lying alone in a hospital bed at 2:00 a.m., or during bouts of writer's block. He'd appear on the fringes of her thoughts—no face, just a feeling. His warm, minty-vanilla scent. The rough softness of his skin, like velvet caressed against the grain.

I wanna be everything," he said, his mouth against her ear. "Wanna be the reason you light up. I wanna make you laugh, make you moan, make you safe.

I wanna be where all your paths end." He nipped her earlobe. "I wanna do everything you do to me." He pulsed his finger then, and she came with a shuddery cry. "You're hired," she breathed.

All she wanted was to escape this repetitive, redundant hell.

I want to be the thought that lulls you to sleep. The memory that gets you off.

You wanted to either pinch his cheeks or beg him for a hard fuck on a soft surface.

When we were together I felt like someone else had stolen all your smiles before me

I wanted to drown in your fucking bathwater

The day had left him in knots, and now Shane had a restless, bone-deep itch to be in her vicinity. He wanted to watch her do things, say things. Hold her hand, make her laugh. Fuck her senseless. Give her everything she hadn't had in so long. Give her the best of him.

How do you finish a love story that you...you never wanted to end?

I just don't like being alone. Because then I miss you too much. I start wanting to be where I can't be, and I hate that feeling.

I just keep waiting for it not to hurt so bad. Every time I meet a woman, I want her to be you. And these sweet, pretty, smart girls fail so miserably. There's nothing wrong with them; they're just not you. You know that 'other half' people spend their life looking for? I already found her. She's somewhere watching Inside the Actor's Studio and eating yellow Skittles without me. I know who she is. But I can't have her.

shiver she couldn't shake. Maybe this was just her burden, to carry the weight of missing him forever. Because who knew when he'd feel stable enough to be with her in a complete way? The reality was he might never get there.