Quotes About Yearning

I cried for what should have been.

People are torn between the pathetic safety of not knowing, and the desire to know.

Jusging by the sour glance she threw on me as she said this, I concluded that I represented those 'late changes' to which all the sorrows of the house were referred. I felt unhappy under the ill-will even of this odious old woman, being one of those unhappily constructed mortals who cannot be indifferent when they reasonably ought, and always yearn after kindness, even that of the worthless.

Why can I never set my heart on a possible thing?

No less romantically than Rapunzel in her tower pined for rescue did I pine for this idealized being, a kind of alternate me, a me outside of me. A shining one who would somehow at once be my familiar, my deepest intimate, and at the same time exist thrillingly apart.

Josh wanted to tell her what he knew: that love might look like a shore but turn out to be a desert island, where you roamed alone, talking to yourself, trying to crack open coconuts with your shoe. So thirsty you drank the salt water. So hungry you ate the sand.

There's a feeling I get when I look to the west, And my spirit is crying for leaving. In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees, And the voices of those who standing looking. Ooh, it makes me wonder, Ooh, it really makes me wonder.

Sunja was still thinking about Hansu and how he might be nearby. More than anything, she was afraid of running into him. Yet it would be worse, she thought, never to see him at all." Book 1, p89

for they was never a young man yet who don't want to go out and right a wrong, or kill a man, or have to do something to earn his right to what is there for the taking, all along. Only he don't think he can ask, nor take, without earning it. Without no pain. Oftener than not, a young man's a regular fool.

Letmeoutletme outletmeoutletmeout. Wait--let me back in! ... Letmeinletme inletmeinletmein. Wait--let me back out!

Jeg vil ikke have noget engang - jeg vil have det nu. Men jeg ved kraftknuseme ikke, hvad det er, jeg vil have

Stolen sweets are always sweeter,Stolen kisses much completer,Stolen looks are nice in chapels,Stolen, stolen, be your apples.

Stolen kisses are always sweetest.

A storm was inside her and she could not subdue it. If she could be sure, if she could hold Lydia again, if she could kiss her cool cheeks, if she could put her finger on that mouth that couldn't swallow, that couldn't cry, that no longer needed her, that no longer knew her, then maybe she could settle down. Hope was the devil, hope wrestled with her and wouldn't let her rest.

One's home is like a delicious piece of pie you order in a restaurant on a country road one cozy evening–the best piece of pie you have ever eaten in your life–and can never find again.

I love no one but you, I have discovered, but you are far away and I am here alone. Then this is my life and maybe, however unlikely, I'll find my way back there. Or maybe, one day, I'll settle for second best. And on that same day, hell will freeze over, the sun will burn out and the stars will fall from the sky.

But I must admit I miss you terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby.

For Beatrice, when we first met, I was lonely, and you were pretty. Now I am pretty lonely.

For Beatrice, summer without you is as cold as winter. Winter without you, is even colder.

Summer seems so cold without you, winter is even colder.

For Beatrice- When we were together I felt breathless. Now you are.

With you away, it is as if all the letters in my life are scrambled into an anagram, and I will not be able to put all the letters in order and make sense of anything until you return. I never want to be apart from you again, Beatrice, except in the restroom, at work, and when one of us is at a movie that the other does not want to see.

Desperation is like a spilled drink; even if it's delicious, no one will get near it. Cultivate an aura of glamorous unapproachability.

For Beatrice- I would much prefer it if you were alive and well.