Quotes About Yearn

Pornography won't be enough. Because it never is. Sooner or later, all niggers want to touch the real thing. All dogs want to smell and taste the true information. All artists want to make their fantasies reality. And everyone with a cock wants to use it to fall in love.

I guess that's the story of life: what you most fear never happens, but what you most yearn for never happens either. This is the difference between life and fiction. I suppose it's a good trade-off. But I'm not sure.

Beneath it all, desire of oblivion runs: — Philip Larkin, from "Wants," The Complete Poems of Philip Larkin , ed. Archie Burnett (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2012)

J'aurais tant voulu être aimé qu'il me semble que j'aime.

I've always wanted a baby.

He longed to be lost but he couldn't bear not to be found.

Need is not quite belief.

And if I remain in the dark about our purpose here, and the meaning of eternity, I have nevertheless arrived at an understanding of a few more modest trusts: Most of us fear death. Most of us yearn to comprehend how we got here, and why - which is to say, most of us ache to know the love of our creator.

Joey wished there were some different world he could belong to, some simpler world in which a good life could be had at nobody else's expense.

You can't love anything more than something you miss.

Sadness of love without release.

I didn't feel empty. I wished I'd felt empty. ... I wanted to be empty like an overturned pitcher. But I was full like a stone.

She wanted nothing more than someone to miss, to touch, with whom to speak like a child, with whom to be a child.

It's the tragedy of loving, you can't love anything more than something you miss.

This is love, she thought, isn't it? When you notice someone's absence and hate that absence more than anything? More, even, than you love his presence?

One day I wandered away from her and hid. I liked the way it felt to have someone look for me, to hear my name again and again. Oskar! Oskar! Maybe I didn't even like it, but I needed it right then.

Dat is de tragiek van de liefde: je houdt van niets zoveel als van dat wat je mist.

faces pressed against the pane, full of little, content with sawdust tears.

Hiçbir ÅŸeyi özlediÄŸin bir ÅŸeyden daha fazla sevemezsin.

E' la tragedia di amare, non si può amare niente più di quello che ci manca.

I hated the gnawing longing that accompanied having everything.

Ze wil weten of ik van haar hou, dat is eigenlijk het enige wat de ene mens van de ander wil, het gaat niet om de liefde op zich, maar om het idee dat de liefde er is.

Siempre he pensado que en el amor no hay parejas, ni triángulos amorosos, sino una fila india donde uno quiere al que tiene delante, y éste a su vez al que tiene delante de sí y así sucesivamente, y el que está detrás me quiere a mí y a ése lo quiere el que le sigue en la fila y así sucesivamente, pero siempre queriendo a quien nos da la espalda. Y al último de la fila no lo quiere nadie.

I must get at you, somehow; I put away those illustrious toys you have left me, I want your hidden look, your real smile -- that lonely, mocking smile your cool mirror knows