Quotes About Yearning

She remembered her fingers threaded through his hair and his kisses in places that made her long for him years later.

It was cold and barren. It was no longer the view that I remembered. The sunshine of her presence was far from me. The charm of her voice no longer murmured in my ear.

I should have asked why any room in the house was better than home to me when she entered it, and barren as a desert when she went out again—why I always noticed and remembered the little changes in her dress that I had noticed and remembered in no other woman's before—why I saw her, heard her, and touched her (when we shook hands at night and morning) as I had never seen, heard, and touched any other woman in my life?

the thought of you, my dears, mounts like blood to my head...

yorgun gözlerimi kapay?p çevremdeki dünyay?, tepemdeki güneÅŸi unuttum. Onun bana geri gelmesini bekledim. Ah, sevgilim! Sevgilim! Art?k sana içimi dökebilirim! Sanki daha dün ayr?lm???z gibi, sanki daha dün senin o güzel elin elimdeydi, sanki en son dün görmüÅŸtüm seni. Sevgilim! Sevgilim!

Sen yan?mda olmad???ndan ölmek karar?m, daha doÄŸrusu yaÅŸamaya kar?? duyduÄŸum nefret deÄŸiÅŸmeden, bütün gücüyle sürüp gidiyor.

You were restless? I was thinking of you.

Life is that which is discontent, which struggles and seeks, which suffers and creates.

The Creator has given us souls equal to all the world, and yet satiable not even with a world.

Desire is infinite, fulfilment is limited

we do not desire things because they give us pleasure; but they give us pleasure because we desire them;

In the memorable words of Professor Roy Baumeister, 'Life is change that yearns for stability

If any could desire what he is incapable of possessing, despair must be his eternal lot.

I write - poignantly, in the most heartfelt way - about how I miss her and how I detest my life in this school and she responds with detailed plans for her future life as an archaeologist or philosopher or - new, this - a veterinary surgeon.

but you're giving a very good impression of a lovelorn fool pining for his girl.

Meeting Hettie again made him achingly conscious once more of the irrefutable nature of his obsession with her. Obsession - or love? Or was it something more unhealthy - a kind of craving, an addiction?

And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks of her dress in a strange bedroom-- feels the autumn dropping its silk and linen leaves about her ankles. The tawdry veined body emerges twisted upon itself like a winter wind.

the sills of their disappointments walk outside their bodies aimlessly for the most part, locked and forgot in their desires—unroused.

Vast and grey, the sky is a simulacrum to all but him whose days are vast and grey, and? In the tall, dried grasses a goat stirs with nozzle searching the ground. ?my head is in the air but who am I . . ? And amazed my heart leaps at the thought of love vast and grey yearning silently over me.

she opened the door! nearly six feet tall, and I . . . wanted to found a new country—

It's not easy to live with something you can't have

You intend to kiss me and yet you are going to all this damn trouble about it.

It's because I'm alone.. If I could just feel it, it would be different, because I would not be alone. But if I were not alone, everybody would know it. And he could do so much for me, and then I would not be alone. Then I could be all right alone.

the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar.