Quotes About Yearn

There are two tragedies in life. One is to lose your heart's desire. The other is to gain it.

The fact that we can't kiss our elbow helps us to realize that some things in life are very close to us, but still beyond our reach.

I'm sick of having to catch my breath every time I see you, I'm sick of falling on my a.. from being weak in the knees, I'm sick of falling for you and you not catching me, I'm sick of feeling scared to tell you how I feel, I'm sick of not falling asleep in your arms, I'm sick of not being the girl you point your friends out to, I'm sick of not being able to love you

I'm tired of fighting, I want to be fought for. I'm tired of caring, I want to be cared for. I'm tired of being just me, I wanna be yours.

We find desiring innocent, and hideous that the other should desire.

There must be something inaccessible in what we love, something to pursue; we love only what we do not possess, and soon I began once more to realize that I did not possess Albertine.

Pois desde que se está enamorado, todos os pequenos privilégios desconhecidos que a gente possui, desejaria poder divulgá-los à mulher a quem ama, como fazem na vida os deserdados e os importunos. Sentimos que ela os ignore, procuramos consolar-nos dizendo conosco mesmos que, justamente porque não são jamais visíveis, talvez ela acrescente à ideia que tem de nós essa possibilidade de vantagens desconhecidas.

we love only that in which we pursue something inaccessible, we love only what we do not possess,

But if Mme. Sherbatoff did not look at the audience, remained in shadow, it was to try to forget that there existed a living world which she passionately desired and was unable to know

Mademoiselle Albertine gitti!

Maybe I wanted to hear it so badly that my ears betrayed my mind in order to secure my heart.

serás toda tu vida un mendigo que va por ahi en busca de esos párpados que sólo se abren para mirarte y se cierran para aprisionarte.

Avevano anche fatto l'amore da lontano, più di una volta. Senza dirselo, si erano ritrovati a sudare, a piegarsi in mezzo a un parco, su un autobus. Il pensiero era così forte, erano braccia che aprivano le costole. Come se l'altro stesse cercando il tuo cuore dal lato opposto della città, attraverso muri di macchine e di cemento.

There is a bird in my chest with wings too broad with beak that rips me wanting to get out. I have called it an idiot parrot. I have called it a ravening eagle. But it sings. Bird of no name your cries are red and wet on the iron air. I open my mouth to let you out and your shining blinds me.

all most people wish for is more, wishing forever until tongues are parched and hearts are tired of beating. Love is a kind of wish. Wishing for love is the same as wishing for more wishes.

There was no way I could live another moment without Aza Ray knowing my name." - Jason Kerwin

There was no way I could live another moment without Aza Ray knowing my name.

Just for once, I want someone to want me more than anybody else. To put me first.

wish I hadn't.

Missing is the cry, the necessity for more than you are.

But don't give me, if I can't have the dress, a trip to Greenland, or grim trip to the moon. The moon should come here. Let him make the trip down, spread on my dark floor some dim marvel, and if a success that I stoop to pick up and wear, I could ask nothing more.

Does one love a statue?" she demanded. "Shall I caress a picture? Shall I rain tears or kisses over the mere semblance of a life that does not live, shall I fondle hands that never return my clasp? Love! Love is in my heart -yes! like a shut-up fire in a tomb,but you hold the key, and the flame dies for want of air.

Did you love well what you very soon left? Come home and take me in your arms and take away this stomach ache, headache, heartache.

Few love what they may have.