Quotes About Yearning

Once you have flown, you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward for there you have been, there you long to return.

Dear Commendatory Roomers, you have no idea how many people-serious, decently behaved, cultivated people- go looking for the company of whores

He had needed someone to see him, to understand; to astonish him, like the concert.

Life seemed to him to be a narrow cage, and her iron bars were many and dense, and there was only one way out.

An exile's life is no life.

I unscrewed my own scrap of paper and read out: "Help! I am prisoner in the tower.

I went on dancing in my grotesque disguise, but not before I told him: "I am lonely and miserable but I am wearing my last skin. Since you are almost face to face with the Gods do not abandon me." In human language, this is called love.

fratele sãu mai mare, care È™edea cu o carte latineascã sub teiul bãtrân din faÈ›a curÈ›ii parohiale È™i pentru care pãsãrile cântau în zadar, iar soarele îÈ™i risipea fãrã folos aurul topit.

If only I could give you my total soul in one kiss

Waiting anxiously for you, Unable to sleep, but falling into a doze— Are those words of love Floating to my pillow, Or is this too a dream . . . ? My eyes open and here is my tear-drenched sleeve. Perhaps it was a sudden rain.

I'm going to be an orphan like you." .... "I miss everything.

hands, gently toying with her sensitive nipples. Gasping, she sagged against him, knowing he wouldn't let her fall. One strong hand slid down her side to her hip, where he grasped her possessively; then he pushed her back to lean against the wall. Kissing his way down her neck and nuzzling into the hollow of her throat, he murmured tender, sexy promises, the hunger in his voice making

You made me ache and you liked that. So did I.

I long for the raised voice, the howl of rage or love.

I do love foreplay," he whispered against her lips. "Days and days worth of it. I want to look forward to you like a kid looks forward to Christmas.

Oh, restless heart, that beat against your prison bars of circumstances, yearning for a wider sphere of usefulness, leave God to order all your days.

I got my heart's desire, and there my troubles began.

Most people are blind to magic. They move through a blank and empty world. They're bored with their lives, and there's nothing they can do about it. They're eaten alive by longing, and they're dead before they die.

His crush went from exciting to depressing, as if he'd gone from the first blush of infatuation to the terminal nostalgia of a former lover without even the temporary relief of an actual relationship in between.

we among all animals were cursed with a longing for somewhere better, somewhere that never existed and never would.

All of it just confirmed his belief that his real life, the life he should be living, had been mislaid through some clerical error by the cosmic bureaucracy. This couldn't be it. It had been diverted elsewhere, to somebody else, and he'd been issued this shitty substitute faux life instead

He'd spent too long being disappointed by the world - he'd spent so many years pining for something like this, some proof that the real world wasn't the only world, and coping with the overwhelming evidence that it in fact was.

It was the strangest thing, but he was looking forward to everything so much, he could hardly stand it. He never would have believed it. He never thought he would. "You know what?" He took Alice's hand. "Let's fly.

He wanted to stick his finger in it and see what happened. Some story, some quest, started here, and he wanted to go on it. It felt fresh and clean and unsafe, nothing like the heavy warm lard of palace life. The protective plastic wrap had been peeled off