Quotes About Yearning

All his life Snufkin had longed to pull down notices that asked him not to do things he liked to do.

He did not confuse what he longed for with his gratitude for what he had. Extreme desires have their own sanctuary.

Hemul sa pomaly zobudil a zistil, že je to on sám. Želal si vÅ¡ak byÃ…Â¥ niekým, koho nepozná.

Kocham granice. Sierpie? jest granic? mi?dzy latem a jesieni?; to najpi?kniejszy miesi?c, jaki znam. Zmierzch jest granic? mi?dzy dniem i noc?, a brzeg jest granic? pomi?dzy morzem a l?dem. Granica jest t?sknot?: kiedy oboje s? zakochani, ale wci?? nie wypowiedzieli ani s?owa. Granic? jest bycie w drodze.

The garnets would have gone in the rucksack," said Sniff miserably. "You don't need hands for that. It's not the same thing at all just looking at them. I want to touch them and know they're mine.

Er hatte hundert Nächte und hundert Tage geschlafen, und jetzt wimmelten die Träume noch um ihn herum und wollten ihn wieder in den Schlaf zurückziehen.

I very nearly wished that I had been born a Hatti-fattener under the Hattifatteners' vague and drifting stars, and that no one expected anything else of me than that I also should be drifting along toward an unattainable horizon, never speaking to anyone and never mindful to anything.

I very nearly wished that I had been born a Hattifattener under the Hattifatteners' vague and drifting stars, and that no one expected anything else of me than that I also should be drifting along toward an unattainable horizon, never speaking to anyone and never mindful of anything.

Isn't it a nice thing to know that someone's longing for you and waiting and waiting to see you again? (Little Creep to Snufkin)

Something about him called to her, like one of her wounded beasts, and she could not turn him away. She needed his name and protection in order to keep from being cast out of Society. But strangely, she realized, he just might need her even more.

Have you missed me too?" She met his gaze, her eyes intensely blue. "If I have, you will find I am not nearly as demonstrative with my affection as Burr.

He captured one of her legs, stilling her for a moment so he could fit his own between hers. Sliding upward, he insinuated his thigh against the part of her that ached the most, then rubbed, her nightgown bunched between her flesh in a way that only increased her craving.

Homesickness could be more painful than a bullet wound

I wanted to wear the mantle and the pearls. I wanted to know the man who painted her like that.

I could not think of anything but his fingers on my neck, his thumb on my lips.

I slowed my pace. Years of hauling water, wringing out clothes, scrubbing floors, emptying chamber pots, with no chance of beauty or color or light in my life, stretched before me like a landscape of flat land where, a long way off, the sea is visible but can never be reached.

What are you not beating down doors to do? What are you not actively taking on but would if you could?

We want so much, When perhaps we live best In the spaces between loves, That unconscious roving, The heart its own rough animal. Unfettered.

When some people talk about money They speak as if it were a mysterious lover Who went out to buy milk and never Came back, and it makes me nostalgic For the years I lived on coffee and bread, Hungry all the time, walking to work on payday Like a woman journeying for water From a village without a well, then living One or two nights like everyone else On roast chicken and red wine.

And what would we do, you and I, if we could know for sure That someone was there squinting through the dust, Saying nothing is lost, that everything lives on waiting only To be wanted back badly enough?

Just like the life In which I'm forever a child looking out my window at the night sky Thinking one day I'll touch the world with bare hands Even if it burns.

the life In which I'm forever a child looking out my window at the night sky Thinking one day I'll touch the world with bare hands Even if it burns.

You lack freedom, so you fantasize about it.

I know what it feels like to miss everything about him--the way he smells, the way his mouth curls up when he laughs, his voice.