Quotes About Yearn

just to have one of them, only one out of all the millions, to oneself. Somebody who needed one, who thought of one, who was eager to come to one—oh, oh how dreadfully one wanted to be precious!

What ailed us, O gods, to desert youFor creeds that refuse and restrain?Come down and redeem us from virtue,Our Lady of Pain.

I wanted him to love me, but then that wasn't enough.

I seem to love you, though I never see you.

You entered this hall in your moonlit unconsciousness pleading for a different life.

I have no words for what I need. I think it is what we need; but do we have to need something?

Does she come to them sooner, for all their rage to find her?

they seem to cry out that they want to be gods not humans.

he who only came to me dreaming

I want her to love me.

There is no other in my dreams, no beloved, there's no love . . .

I want to touch a phantom, it's the grey dove of truth

Everything want to be loved. Us sing and dance and holler, just trying to be loved.

The world yearns. This is its sure gravity: the attraction of bodies. Earth for molten star. Moon for earth. A hand for the orb of a breast. This is its movement too: the motion of desire, of a longing toward.

I needed to see you. And touch you. And just... know

That's how I know they are dreams. Because the simple and plain and everyday things are the ones that we can never have. (Cassia Reyes)

Yo me dejaba apresar, una vez más, en la trampa del deseo ajeno, que a menudo se ha comportado como el más rabioso, pero traidor, acicate de mi propio deseo.

Soundlessly whispering into the void, my lips moving quickly, silently, without ceasing. Calling his name, calling him to me. Even though there's no use. Even though it's futile. Even though it's way past too late.

He thinks I'm pining away for you, and he thinks I should be his mate

Except for Quinn, a dark voice whispered in his mind. A smile from her would be a gift beyond price.

Ha de sobrarme la mitad del lecho, y ha de faltarme la mitad del alma.

You hate this. You need more something.

There are desires we haven't named yet, loves so impossible they have to be true. — Richard Jackson, from "Incompleteness," The Heart as Framed: New and Selected Poems (Press 53, 2022)

He could build a city. Has a certain capacity. There's a niche in his chest where a heart would fit perfectly and he thinks if he could just maneuver one into place – well then, game over.