Quotes About Yearning

When he spoke, he illuminated a truth I had always yearned for and yet always run from. I am known as an authority on the holy texts, and yet when he spoke, I realized I knew nothing. And what I did know, I had cloaked in my own selfish interpretations. In so doing, I had turned the truth into lies.

girl thet I've ever felt this way about." Lou was probably thinkin' right then about Tillie White-comb, who'd

we hunger for the restoration of hope and common sense and purpose.

I stood in my own field, wanting obligations to fall from me. This is one way of contemplating suicide, yet it's the exact opposite: what I wanted was to be alive, to escape all the damage, to shed it like snakeskin, to emerge pure and naked and laughing.

I want you and you and nothing but you--miles and piles of you! Finally, I'll have something worthwhile to think about each morning. You and you and nothing but you--no substitution will do! Nothing but fresh, undiluted and pure; top of the line and totally mine!

Because there's someone else here in East Carmin. Someone hopelessly unsuitable. It's all a really bad idea and will lead to trouble of the worst sort. But no matter what, every minute in her presence makes my life a minute more complete.

Smart girls give me the horn too," said Gavin sadly. "But they always ignore me. Tuesday ignores me.

Aber als ich mich beruhigt hatte, ist mir klar geworden, dass diese Welt, so verdorben und unvollkommen sie ist, schöner wäre, wenn du in ihr bliebest.<

The problem is, for some reason you think you are going to meet the kind of girl who is not the kind of girl who would be at a place like this at this time of the morning. When you meet her you are going to tell her that what you really want is a house in the country with a garden. New York, the club scene, bald women—you're tired of all that. Your presence here is only a matter of conducting an experiment in limits, reminding yourself of what you aren't.

separating her thighs. The scent of her arousal hardened every muscle in his body. He moved his hand down her hip and then to her hot, warm core.

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said. "Make Ã¢â'¬Â¦ Noria Ã¢â'¬Â¦ Make Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â She heaved a sob, wishing she knew the words to tell him what she wanted to say. "I know, Noria. I know," he said

It's strange. I felt less lonely when I didn't know you.

I have such a desire to sleep and am so much behind my sleep. A good night, one good night and all this nonsense will be swept away.

Me dan ganas de marcharme, de irme a cualquier parte donde estuviera realmente en mi lugar, donde me encerraría... Pero mi lugar no se halla en ninguna parte; estoy de más.

Canturrea para no pensar, padece como una avara, a veces desea sufrir un buen golpe, hundirse en la desesperación

Ses yeux, qui vainement voulaient vous éviter, Déjà pleins de langueur ne pouvaient vous quitter. Le nom d'amant peut-être offense son courage. Mais il en a les yeux, s'il n'en a le langage.

What I see is nothing - I want what it hides - that is not nothing.

A room? A nice room? A beautiful room? A beautiful room with bath? Swing high, swing low, swing to and fro...This happened and that happened... And then the days came and I was alone.

The musty smell, the bugs, the lonliness, this room, which is part of the street outside-this is all I want from life.

I've had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every night. I've had enough of thinking, enough of remembering.

morbidly, attracted him to strangeness, to recklessnesss, even unhappiness.

Vain, silly creature. Made for loving? Yes, but she'll have no lover, for I don't want her and she'll see no other.

Why did you make me want to live? Why did you do that to me?