Quotes About Yearning

In the fullness of artistic life there is, and remains, and will always come back at times, that homesick longing for the truly ideal life that can never come true.

That's what attracts us to serious paintings, I think: that shortfall, which we might call "personality", or maybe even "pain".

What treasures he would give for one night with her. To watch her strip off one of her vintage dresses, revealing her satin skin inch by inch just for him.

In the end the soul is itself the longing of the soulless for salvation.

What he was after hangs between the visible and the invisible, between the here and now and the seemingly elsewhere.

When I looked upon the surface of the gently flowing water, each painting that I had burned upon joining the church rose from the waves. I tried to grab them, but they dissolved upon touch.

fresh. "I miss you, too. Get some sleep.

nowhere in the crowd that

She was starving for friendship.

but she felt like she had to earn him, and she hadn't. Not yet. And maybe never, she admitted to herself.

side of onion rings, which was all she wanted.

come back so i can say yes this time do it again now that i know what to call what you did this time i'll be ready i like it rough now and i'm done with romance i never met another man who loved me so much at first sight he had to hurt me to do it

the frightening truth about desire it's on but i don't know whether i want to be her, fuck her or borrow her clothes.

Once there was a little doll. Her name was Edith. She lived in a nice house and had everything she needed except somebody to play with. She was very lonely!

In the beginning, I wanted his heart. Then I shifted focus to his body. I was never interested in only friendship.

I go back to my desk, flip open my cell, and stare at the keypad. I want to hear his voice so badly, to be connected to him, to ask him why and how and what I can do to make it better. But you can't force someone to love you.

Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.' 

Love was now a mild streamlet that advanced in drips around my feet; despite how hard I worked at tenderness, I could not drown in a thing that shallow.

I will conduct myself with all due decorum. Mr. Crepsley said pompously, then added beneath his breath, but I will miss her. With all my heart and soul, I miss her.

Lovely Arra Sails, nectar to all males, how I'd like to spear you like a whaler spears a whale!

For an hour or more he was neither human nor vampire, just a howling, hungry creature of dark delights.

I'm hungry, he whimpered instead. Food is on its way. No, he said. The other kind of hunger. P198

Why do you want to be a vampire?" he asked. "It is not much fun. We can only come out at night. Humans despise us. We have to sleep in dirty old places like this. We can never marry or have children or settle down. It is a horrible life.

Margaret's throat had some swollen thing in it. Fog blurred everything but the charging red face. An unvoiced whimper shook her breast. She wanted to run to him as to a lover. She wanted to run from him as from a ravisher. She stood very still in her doorway, smiling demurely with dry, hot mouth.