Quotes About Yearn

Are you there, sweetheart? Do you know me?

We have not been given all the words necessary. We have not been given anything at all.

Every morning the same big and little words all spelling out desire, all spelling out You will be alone always and then you will die .

So maybe I wanted to give you something more than a catalog of non-definitive acts, something other than the desperation.

Here is my hand, my heart, my throat, my wrist. Here are the illuminated cities at the center of me, and here is the center of me, which is a lake, which is a well that we can drink from, but I can't go through with it. I just don't want to die anymore.

We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want, so I said What do you want, sweetheart? and you said Kiss me.

I still do not have these luxuries.

I wanted to be wanted and he was very beautiful

you must want something, just tell me, and it's yours.

There's only one thing I want, don't make me say it

here we are at the place where I get to beg for it, where I get to say Please, just for one night, will you lie down next to me

You swallow my heart and flee, but I want it back now, baby. I want it back.

I know you want me to say it . . . it's in the script, you want me to say Lie down on the bed, you're all I ever wanted and worth dying for, too . . .

Do you want it? Do you want anything I have?

his skin barely keeping him inside. I wanted to take him home

I understood then that when you miss a thing it leaves a hole that only the thing you miss can fill.

Ist der Mensch, der nach dem Gott sich sehnt, nicht vernichtet?

Know what we did, Lucy? You and me? We spent our whole lives yearning. Isn't that the God damndest thing?

Seth's quote from his book: "And if I only could I'd make a deal with God and I'd get Him to swap our places" -"Running up that Hill" by Kate Bush

Everyone wanted what she couldn't have.

I needed her heart and mind as much as her body. I needed her, and her lack caused an ache in my chest as I drifted off to sleep.

You really aren't here at all. There isn't anybody but me. Jane, here alone in the dark, I miss you dreadfully!

And it's the reason I wanted you to live with me." "Not because I am cuter than a bug's ear?" "That too," Susan said. "But mostly I wanted to pretend to be what I had never been.

This: no artist lives and loves, that longs not Once, and only once, and for one only, (Ah, the prize!) to find his love a language