Quotes About Yearning

Looking out over the water, I spotted him right away,straddling his board. He was only a dot, but I would have known him anywhere.I thought of the shape of his hands,the hollow at the base of his spine,the way my heart had never stopped skipping a beat at the sound of his voice, and I realized it was the kind of loss- because I knew now that the thing I wanted more than anything in the world not to go fully wrong could- from which I would never fully recover. And I'm not sure I ever fully have.

As the dark sets in deep within my spark of heart favours yours.

Even an angel stolen from heaven could not replace my love for you.

Looking into your dream was like all the stars glimmered their final song to you and when I woke up in darkness once again I could not find a single one in the night sky.

Since the day I met you I dreamt of flying in your eyes.

The way that I miss you is like heavy rain drenching every inch of my body, and when I am dry again and forget you I miss missing you, until tears fill my eyes and I blink too fast to remember you until your face flashes before my eyes.

Your intricate love reminds me how great I want to be.

I wanted to be free of today. As if in the telling, there would be a cure.

I truly missed my parents. I wanted to miss them. It was the only way I could love them, a crazy cocktail of longing and pretending and absence and hope.

I stand there for a moment, resting my head on his chest and breathing him in. I wish I were bold enough to kiss him in public.

Reader, nothing is sweeter in this sad world than the sound of someone you love calling your name. —Kate DiCamillo, The Tale of Despereaux

Oh the things that hide secretly in our children, lying in wait, doing untold damage, yearning to be free. Alarming us beyond all measure.

It's not the having that matters to you, am I right? So you can imagine living your whole life beside me, in a state of unfulfilled desire, and that's acceptable to you because it is desire itself that gives you joy.

Que se disent deux cœurs qui s'aiment ? Rien.

If I had not kissed anyone, or danced with anyone, or had a reason to cry, the music made me feel as if I had gone through all that anyway.

Touch me, he thought, my arm, my hand, a finger. Let me know it's all right for me to have these feelings for you.

You...you loved her, didn't you, Pa?" Theodore sighed, and kept staring at the horses' rumps. "Oh, I loved her, all right," he answered. "A man sometimes can't help lovin' a woman, even if she's the wrong one.

Dímelo otra vez —pidió, insaciable. —¿Qué? —lo provocó. —Ya sabes qué. Dímelo. —Te amo. —Otra vez. Tengo que oírlo una vez más. —Te amo. —¿No te cansarás nunca de que te pida que me lo digas? —No tendrás que pedírmelo. —Ni tú a mí. Te amo.

She wouldn't look at him. He couldn't help himself from looking at her.

She knew how much I needed her. And now she was teasing, playing games. I looked at her and watched her turn into a sex symbol in front of my eyes. She did not look sweet and virginal and lovely anymore. I looked at the very simple summer dress and saw breasts and belly and hips. I looked at her eyes and saw lust as naked as my own.

A rocket or a bridge. That's the only way I can really describe it. If there is a river between our sleeping bodies, this is the bridge that crosses it. ... I can just fit my fist around the base without waking him. I love it so much I want to bite it.

I am waiting for my case to come up and I am waiting for a rebirth of wonder and I am waiting for someone to really discover America and wail

Someone knows my name. Seeing you makes me want to live.

Then it's not the past I yearn for, but the idea of a time when everything important has not yet happened: — Lawrence Raab, from section 5 of "The Uses of Nostalgia," What We Don't Know About Each Other (Penguin, 1993)