Quotes About Yearn

Me she was watching for: me. And the heart-shock of believing, for only a moment, that you might just have what could never be yours.

Never having something is different than having something and losing it.

So all in all there wasn't anything really wrong with my life. Except that, like most everyone else's I knew about, it had a big gaping hole in it, an enormous emptiness, and I didn't know how to fill it or even know what belonged there.

Some days I just think the whole world and life and everything is stupid. And that's 'cause I be missing you.

But what is the father of the child supposed to do with his hands? His big open hands. Where were they supposed to go when all they wanted was to reach out for this child hug her, hide her from the world?

Mi corazón desde hace días quiere hincarse bajo alguna caricia, una palabra.

Life is hunger, thirst, and passion for an ultimate object, which looms over the horizon, and yet always lies beyond it. When this is recognized, man becomes a tireless searcher.

he wants her to be thinking about him.

Pure love was always difficult to witness. Why was that, she wondered? Because it was so rare? So beautiful? SO damned unattainable for most of the poor saps muddling through this life?

Why are we doomed to crave most that which we cannot have?

What a sad misfortune is to have body in one place and soul in another...I love to feel free...

Look for Me. Long for Me. Experience unbroken companionship with Me.

it's like a squid in love with the sky.

Só a quero porque não a posso ter.Como um rapaz imberbe

Bring him back to me,' he told them.

He wanted to go. He had always wanted to go, from the moment he was born into my arms.

I want-'' He stopped. Tore his fingers through his hair. ''Never mind what I want.'' His voice was quieter, now. ''What do you want?'' ''You.'' Always you.

I had seen the way he looked at Deidameia; or rather the way he did not. It was the same way he had looked at the boys in Phthia, blank and unseeing. He had never, not once, looked at me that way.

I came for her, but there was no one who would come for me. The thought was steadying. After all, I had been alone my whole life.

He ran from me whenever I wanted him, but the moment I took up my work, he would drum at the floor with his heels, crying for my attention.

Our hearts are telling us the truth—there really is something missing! The

Estoy tan lejos de todo...! De la normalidad... De la luz... De lo que quiero ser.

She especially yearned for her son. She could glean little news of him

Did anyone who was in love and was unsatisfied with how he was loved in return ever feel saved?