Quotes About Yearn

That night I lay in bed, remembering the moment when her hand touched mine. I wondered what it would be like to have her touch me not by accident, to maybe have her let me touch her.

All thirsts are without explanations, as are all loves.

I always feel how necessary you are to me. But when you are absent, I become still more sensible of it and look around in vain for that satisfaction which you alone can bestow.

I regret that I am not fire.

Cómo decir este deseo de alma? Un deseo divino me devora; pretendo hablar, pero se rompe y llora esto que llevo adentro y no se calma.

I deeply wished I could make the stars all come down and breathe them; disappear in them

A kiss that is never tasted, is forever and ever wasted.

I always think the most romantic books or films are the ones where the romance doesn't happen, because it makes your heart ache so much watching it.

I loved the idea of Travolta sitting on the kid's swing, pining away for his girlfriend.

He couldn't deny the hole he was in, but could the uppity young miss who kept his head spinning be the answer he was looking for?

That's the thing that you never have understood, Stella. You've run from your life. All your life that's been your MO. You've always wanted something more.

It was somehow easier to love a person who wasn't there.

When you find yourself wanting love, know that it is like a lake looking for water.

adjectives which referred to an ultra-masculine man. The kind of man a woman sighed over. Lou gulped. And wanted. Not the kind of man who she generally kept company with, for sure. But what female

Caught-heart, always present, never here, the outlandish and unsatisfying, while always promising satisfaction never-failed-or-fulfilled-quest.

I don't want the void. I don't want fantasies. I want some- thing real—not another fragment of truth to puzzle over . . . .

Like to a maid who exquisitely turns A promising face to him who, waiting, burns In hell to hear her answer - so the world Tricks all, and hints what no man ever learns.

Hate yearned to destroy and sought to forget, but love could not. Love strove creatively towards days that had yet to come.

I squat on my heels by his side and move my palm over him - a finger's-width distant - so that I might feel my ache of longing for him as a deep and essential part of me before I let it go

It almost made me long for the flying pig. --Percy

But part of him wanted to say: Forget the world. He didn't want to be without her.

she was just like everyone else, she wanted to love someone. Even better if they loved you in return.

It was as if every other joy in the world existed only to give a distant glimpse of that one.

Does he write to you? Never a line. Does he send you a message? Never a word. It is because he loves you, poor fool, and is trying to forget you, since you are not free to listen to him or to belong to him.