Quotes About Yearning

Picture in a frame

I put food on the table and roof overhead. But I'd trade it all tomorrow for the highway instead.

Everybody wants to go to heaven . . . nobody wants to die!

What we want we can't have and what we have we don't want.

I was born into the wrong generation. How I would have loved to have been a dashing young man in the 1930s and 1940s when dance bands and orchestras played at dancehalls, and you could hold your partner close and whisper sweet nothings as you waltzed into her heart.

But where was home for this boy who had hunted heaven?

I don't know what will happen to me without you. Only you. Only you love me. Out of everyone in the world.

When your heart breaks, you should die. But there's still the rest of you. There's your breasts, and your genitals, and they're amazingly stupid, like babies or faithful dogs, they don't get it, they just want him. Want him.

I try to tighten my heart into a knot, a snarl, I try to learn to live dead, just numb, but then I see someone I want, and it's like a nail, like a hot spike right through my chest, and I know I'm losing.

I did my best Shirley Booth this morning, floppy slippers, housecoat, curlers, can of Little Friskies; "Come back, Little Sheba, come back..." To no avail. Le chat, elle ne reviendra jamais, jamais...

In this world, there is a kind of painful progress. Longing for what we've left behind, and dreaming ahead.

you know lovers walked here, felt the rising sun against their upturned faces here, anticipated tomorrow here, just not today.

What's your name?'Leon said, when waht he meant was - may I love you for ever? And she told him.

Being in love with someone who doesn't even know you exist isn't the worst thing in the world. In fact, it's quite the oppostie. Almost like passing in a term paper that you know sucked, but having that period of time where you haven't gotten your grade back yet -- that kind of exhale where you haven't been rejected, although you pretty much know how it's going to turn out.

Locura? - Conflicto entre el yo real y el anhelado

Det er som en abstinens ikke å få se den man er forelska i. Du kjenner det, fysisk, i hele deg, hvordan du mangler noe essensielt, hvordan det som får deg til å puste, det som får føttene dine til å bevege seg, ikke fins lengre. Alt annet mister betydning. Folk sier det er vanskelig å slutte å røyke. Forsøk å slutte å være forelska når du er det. Det er umulig.

Så jækla langt vekke. En plog, noen biler, en temmelig lita dame fra Estland eller Litauen å ta bakfra. I have a dream... Alle mannfolk har et sted hvor de blir forsvarsløse. Ikke rart at jeg bare vil jækla langt vekk, og kjøre plogen, og ta ei dame bakfra og være i fred.

and if there is a way to find you, I will find you. but will you find me if Neil makes me a tree

What I want is not to want what isn't mine

Gimme peace, love, and a hard cock!

Sometimes I breathe you in and I know you know.

The most important thing, thought Edith, is what happens to a person when they see mountains. The most important thing is probably always precisely the thing you can't have. That's where all the happiness is

and I always dream about meeting some mysterious person who will listen to me and understand me. I know from books that such people exist, but you can't find any of them on my childhood street.

Der brænder et lys i natten,/det brænder alene for mig/og puster jeg til det, så flammer det op, og flammer alene for mig. –/Men taler du stille, og hvisker du tyst,/er lyset pludselig mere end lyst/og brænder dybt i mit eget bryst,/– alene for dig. –//