Quotes About Yearning

Molly, at the rail, her wet hair matted down, her dress torn, watching Peter intently until she knew he saw her, then mouthing something... Fly, she was saying, Fly. "I CAN'T," Peter shouted moving his arms helplessly. "I CAN'T, MOLLY!

Goddamn sometimes I only want this feeling to stay and last.

In all my life I'd never been approached this way, the car pulling up, the Where you going? It was something I wish had happened hundreds of times. I was a looker - someone who looked over at every car at every traffic light, hoping something would happen, and almost never finding anyone looking back - always everyone looking forwards, and every time I felt stupid. Why should people look at you? Why should they care?

People don't like to be kept away from what they want. Especially when it appears within their reach. It makes one doubly angry.

she'd never thought of him while in the tub or flat on her bed- but in his presence she didn't want to talk or eat, she wanted to be nude with him, under a dirty sheet in a borrowed house. She wanted to hold his shoulders; she wanted to go snowshoeing with him; she wanted to go to funerals with him; she wanted him to be the father of her children

Look at us, goddammit, the two of us slingshotted from the back side of the moon, greedily cartwheeling toward everything we are owed.

You've got all these weird forces in you, but you feel unsatisfied, empty, unfinished. You feel like everything that matters is a million miles and a million years away, and yes it might come to you but no it bliddy mightn't. It'll be like an unreachable constellation of the stars. And nothing will happen, ever. And you'll never be anything, ever.

In the end she just said..... All I did was to run away for a few minutes! All I wanted was to be free!

I closed my eyes and tried to discover where the happy half of me was hiding. I felt the tears trickling through my tightly closed eyelids. I felt Whisper's claws tugging at my jeans. I wanted to be all alone in an attic like Skellig with just the owls and the moonlight and an oblivious heart.

You're so beautiful, Ella,' I told her. I tried to tell her more, but the words I had were not enough and the sounds came out as useless gasps and murmurs. I just held her close, closer. I ached to protect her from all darkness, all pain, and all death.

Help me. But no one had. And the Bonhams had a nice big house and drove a Bentley. Sometimes Archer just wanted to shoot life right in the face.

There's a taste in my mouth and it's no taste at all. - Queen Bitch

If you want it, boys, get it here, thing. - Sweet Thing

I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour drinking milk shakes cold and long Smiling and waving and looking so fine don't think you knew you were in this song. - Five Years

I found out something, you know. I discovered that the big things don't love you back. They take and take, and never give in return. They'll drain your blood, your soul, if you let them, and never let go.

d'un homme qui a perdu tout ce qu'il aimait et qui, depuis, n'est plus tout à fait de ce monde.

You are only willing to surrender open if he is fully present with you, committed to claiming your heart with his absolute integrity of being. And he is only willing to commit his presence with you if you are willing to surrender open and offer your heart's light and devotion as love's yearning.

You are only willing to surrender open if he is fully present you, committed to claiming your heart with his absolute integrity of being. And he is only willing to commit his presence with you if you are willing to surrender open and offer your heart's light and devotion as love's yearning.

There is no hatred in my love for you. Only a sadness I feel all the more strongly for my inability to explain or describe it.

And he wishes, in the cold quiet of his archer's heart, that he himself could feel the intensity of their reconciliations as strongly as he feels that of their battles.

perversely, it is often more fun to want something than to have it.

She wanted only tall smooth bottles whose labels spoke of Proof.

I cannot say what color Lenore Beadsman's eyes are; I cannot look at them; they are the sun to me.

Scenery is here. Wish you were beautiful.