Quotes About Yearning

Finders keepers is what they say, and I wanted to be kept.

Phil Needle supposed what he meant was that he wanted to be God, just long enough to find his daughter. It was not a prayer but a promotion. This was why nobody liked God: they wanted his job.

Lo que sucede con los deseos del corazón es que tu corazón ni siquiera sabe lo que desea hasta que lo tiene delante.

Ni siquiera lo había estado buscando, no a ti, y ahora eras lo que mi corazón deseaba.

It's not like I hadn't seen you before. Everyone had, you're like, I don't know, some movie everyone sees growing up, everybody's seen you, nobody can remember not seeing you. But just suddenly I really, really needed to see you again right that minute, that night.

But I want it anyway, Ed. I want what can't possibly happen, and that is why we broke up.

Lo que sucede con los deseos del corazón es que tu corazón ni siquiera sabe lo que desea hasta que lo tiene enfrente.

Don't break my heart just yet, or ask me to lose my reverie on the sticky floor... let me believe I'm the guy they all paid to watch all big and mighty, in the dark where I guess I belong.

I want to stop time, freeze myself at this level and never let go of her.

finally I am back in the cave where everything is quiet and dark and I swim the wet labyrinth searching for one to receive me . . . embrace me . . . absorb me . . . into itself.

And I waited, as a blasphemer waits for lightning. I looked away.

Even in my dullness I knew I was inferior. Other people had something I lacked—something denied me. In my mental blindness, I had believed it was somehow connected with the ability to read and write, and I was sure that if I could get those skills I would have intelligence too. Even a feeble-minded man wants to be like other men. A child may not know how to feed itself, or what to eat, yet it knows hunger.

I'm like an animal who's been locked out of his nice, safe cage.

They are moved less by the direct presence of their gods than by the more indirect feeling that they would somehow like their gods to be present.

Anna Bergman in Private Confessions], unlike her mother... has never been able to tame her fantasies of what life ought to be like, to adapt the role she yearns to enact to the play she finds herself in.

Curiously, you will see that the more incandescent your desire, the less it will turn toward objects of desire, because it no longer needs them to mask incompletion.

The true nature of desire is to disappear in the intensity of its search.

Edward didn't write any songs. For a long time he didn't do anything. He looked at her, of course. He didn't mind looking at her when she passed; looking brought its own special excitement with it. It was as if she brought her own light with her, because wherever she went, she glowed. Who could explain that? Edward liked to catch that glow once and a while.

Wanda Bone Bouvier had that thing that makes a hound leap against its cage. It ws a quality that was partly a bonus from nature and partly learned from cheesecake calendars and Tanya Tucker albums.

Love: the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

While I sleep, I dream of you, and while I wake, I long to hold you in my arms. If anything, our time apart has only made me more certain that I want to spend my nights by your side, and my days with your heart.

If you go anywhere, even paradise, you will miss your home.

Despair – or as I like to call it, des-pair – means feeling unpaired in a world in which it feels like everyone else is paired with a good job, a happy marriage, loving family, caring, and hope – and you're not.

First love, with its frantic haughty imagination, swings its object clear of the everyday, over the rut of living, making him all looks, silences, gestures, attitudes, a burning phrase with no context.