Quotes About Yearning

only towards one man can I feel that wrenching whirlwind emotion, soaring to heaven, flung down to hell, both at once.

But I was like a bird caught in a snare. Only, the wires of this snare were made of curiosity and a disobedient heart.

O the irony of desire, always hearkening after the liquid glimmer beyond the distant-most dune. Sometimes only to find that it is no different from the parched sand on which we stood days, months, years ago, in yearning.

It wasn't that I was afraid of death. How could I be? I knew nothing of it. Still, I didn't want to die. Not without seeing Ram one more time. That's how the bonds of love tie us down.

I think I was most envious of him then. He had been in the presence of a great and blissful mystery. He had glimpsed the truth of existence that extended beyond this oscillating world of pleasure and sorrow. I lay awake all night, my soul hungering to know what he had known.

American I too am looking. I thought all my looking was done when I found the spices but then I saw you and now I no longer know. I want to tell him this. I want to believe he'll understand. In my head an echo like a song of stone. A Mistress must carve her own wanting out of her chest, must fill the hollow left behind with the needs of those she serves.

Watching them, I feel at once happy and lonely. It's not the loneliness of being without a mate, but something more primal. As though I were the only being left on this side of the glass, while the rest of the world—happy, uncaring—lived out its life on the other side.

Perhaps I believed it would give me back what wifehood had taken away. Or perhaps it is just that desire lies at the heart of human existence. When we turn away from one desire, we must find another to cleave to with all our strength—or else we die.

Love comes like lightning, and disappears the same way. If you're lucky, it strikes you right. If not, you'll spend your life yearning for a man you can't have. I advise you to forget about love, princess. Pleasure is simpler, and duty more important. Learnt to be satisfied with them.

Your childhood hunger is the one that never leaves you. No matter how famous or powerful they became, my husbands would always long to be cherished. They would always yearn to feel worthy.

And Lancelot followed her with his eyes and heart until she reached the door; but she was not long in sight, for the room was close by. His eyes would gladly have followed her, had that been possible; but the heart, which is more lordly and masterful in its strength, went through the door after her, while the eyes remained behind weeping with the body.

Eden is not the thing we seek. It is the thing we cannot find.

Something that had the quality of a dimly lit stage set just before the curtains rise on opening night. There was a rhythm to it, a beckoning, and a bittersweet tear in time.

I woke with the taste of your apple pie in my mouth, carried over no doubt from my dreams. It made me realize how much I miss you and our home.

The wind is calling in a voice I remember.

Sex is not always a choice lovingly made and enjoyed like plump well-handled self-chosen fruit teeth sinking into soft flesh in a dribble of pleasure. Nevertheless it abounds. Some because it is the truth of their being. Some to deny, negate, sate deep yearning, wordless, timeless.

Our essence is change. We are movement. Being out of balance is life. Perfect balance. Stasis. That is death. Life yearns for perfection. Death is perfection.

That is the trouble with happiness-all of it is built on top of something that men want.

I'm going to write to you about the emptiness that was left when you took my boy away. I'm going to write so you can look into my empty life and see what a human boy really is from the shape of the hole he leaves behind. I want you to feel that hole in your heart and stroke it with your hands and cut your fingers on its sharp edges.

London was perfectly prepared to give him a night out of anywhere on earth, and yet all he asked was to come home.

it's the growing sense of dissatisfaction that keeps one awake at night. The brain refusing to let go of the alternative lives that might have been. It isn't the strong sleepers who sleep around.

We grasp at symbols, talismans, triggers of association to what's forever gone.

to understand infatuation, how the loved person can become a holding pattern for all the tattered ends of memory, experience and thought you've ever had.

Desire isn't lack, it's surplus energy - a claustrophobia inside your skin -.