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Quotes About Yearning

Perhaps all romance is like that; not a contract between equal parties but an explosion of dreams and desires that can find no outlet in everyday life.
~ Jeanette Winterson
About her life to come, when she'd have a mansion and no neighbors. All she ever wanted was for everyone to go away. And when I did she never forgave me. She loved miracle stories, probably because her life was a far away from a miracle as Jupiter is from the Earth. She believed in miracles, even though she never got one-- well, maybe she did get one, but that was me, and she didn't know that miracles often come in disguise.
~ Jeanette Winterson
She wanted to kiss the hesitation of his throat.
~ Jeanette Winterson
Lonely cries, and she was lonely, not for friends but for a time that hadn't been violated.
~ Jeanette Winterson
What if?' has no power against 'What if not?' The not of you is unbearable. I must have you.
~ Jeanette Winterson
On the top of the hill looking out over the town I wanted to see further than anybody had seen. That wasn't arrogance; it was desire. I was all desire, desire for life.
~ Jeanette Winterson
She was such a solitary woman. A solitary woman who longed for one person to know her. I think I do know her now, but it is too late.
~ Jeanette Winterson
The third is to refuse the passion as one might sensibly refuse a leopard in the house, however tame it might seem at first. You might reason that you can easily feed a leopard and that your garden is big enough, but you will know in your dreams at least that no leopard is ever satisfied with what it is given. After nine nights must come ten and every desperate meeting only leaves you desperate for another. There is never enough to eat, never enough garden for your love.
~ Jeanette Winterson
I didn't only want Louise's flesh, I wanted her bones, her blood, her tissues, the sinews that bound her together. I would have held her to me though time had stripped away the tones and textures of her skin. I could have held her for a thousand years until the skeleton itself rubbed away to dust. What are you that makes me feel thus? Who are you for whom time has no meaning?
~ Jeanette Winterson
Yet I wish I had a cat.
~ Jeanette Winterson
Zina iÅŸlediÄŸimi biliyordum çünkü sevdiÄŸim ÅŸey evimin d???ndayd?.
~ Jeanette Winterson
Passion is sweeter split strand by strand.
~ Jeanette Winterson
Be with someone you don't want to be without.
~ Jeanette Winterson
Annem elimin kitaba deÄŸmesini istemiyordu.Kitaplar?n içine bal?klama dalaca??m akl?na bile gelmedi-saklanmak için kendimi onlara hapsedeceÄŸim de.
~ Jeanette Winterson
Por qué lo menos original que podemos decirnos uno a otro sigue siendo lo que más anhelamos oír?
~ Jeanette Winterson
De ce masura iubirii este pierderea ei?
~ Jeanette Winterson
Can I have some fish-bait?' I asked.
~ Jeanette Winterson
I love you, he says. I want to hold this moment. I want to believe it. I want his love to have enough salt in it to float me. I don't want to be swimming for my life. I want to trust him. I don't trust him.
~ Jeanette Winterson
El perro corría al lado de chico, y contempló en el cielo despejado los perros estelares, fríos y bellos, y supo que, pidas lo que pidas, no se puede pedir nada mejor que el amor
~ Jeanette Winterson
Surely a god can meet passion with passion.
~ Jeanette Winterson
She grew in secret, away from their eyes. Outwardly she was obedient and loving, but inside she was feeding a hunger—
~ Jeanette Winterson
You might reason that you can easily feed a leopard and that your garden is big enough, but you will know in your dreams at least that no leopard is ever satisfied with what it is given. After nine nights must come ten and every desperate meeting only leaves you desperate for another. There is never enough to eat, never enough garden for your love.
~ Jeanette Winterson
I would love you as a bird loves flight, as meat loves salt, as a dog loves chase, as water finds its own level. Or I would not love you at all.
~ Jeanette Winterson
I know it is your voice in the corridor but when I run outside the corridor is empty. There is nothing I can do that will make any difference. The last word was yours.
~ Jeanette Winterson