Quotes About Yearn

The only person I wanted was Susannah. She was the only one.

All I knew was, I wanted her to look at me like that. After that day, I was done for. I liked her, as more than a friend. I maybe even loved her. There have been other girls. But they weren't her.

I feel a sense of yearning for the man I may never get to meet.

Je ne pensais pas que quelqu'un pouvait vous manquer encore plus douloureusement en étant assis à deux pas de vous. Peut-être parce qu'il ne me regarde pas, pas une seule fois.

They made me wish I had someone to whisper to in the backseat.

He keeps touching my arm, this guy. Sometimes your heart runs away with someone and all it takes is a bandanna on a stick.

Sometimes your heart runs away with someone and all it takes is a bandanna on a stick.

But Wishing is addictive.

Sadness is a feeling of loss. There is something one wanted, and one doesn't have it—or there is a way one wanted things to be, and things aren't that way. That is sadness. Instead, you feel rootlessness.

He held out his arm to her, and she took it, wishing that there were not quite such a discrepancy in their heights.

Es esmu ?oti slikts biedrs, Robij. To es ceru, sac?ju. Es ar? negribu sievieti par biedru. Es gribu m???ko. T? es ar? neesmu, vi?a nomurmin?ja. Kas tad tu esi? Ne puse, ne kas vesels. Tikai fragments... T? ar? vislab?k, es teicu. Tas ierosina fant?ziju. T?das sievietes var m?žam m?l?t. Gatavas sievietes dr?z apn?k. V?rt?g?s ar?. Fragmenti nekad.

DorinÈ›ele mele sunt împletite ciudat din pofte È™i abandon.

Cea mai profund? nostalgie a noastr? vizeaz? totdeauna ceva lipsit de nume.

Reese grabbed the back of the nearest easy chair and whispered, Honey, baby, come to mama.

Blow, blow, ye western wind . . . Christ, that my love were in my arms and I in my bed again. That my love Catherine. That my sweet love Catherine down might rain. Blow her again to me.

Memory is hunger.

When she goes, he though. I'll have all I want. Not all I want but all there is

I suppose she only wanted what she couldn't have. Well, people were that way.

She'd become an idea. She was an abstract thing I wanted, a thing that I already had , really, if I could keep it.

I realize I've been calling out to Dad just like he's been calling out to me. Telling him the same thing the whole time. Not words from my mouth through the air, but from my heart through the earth, so only the two of us could hear it. FIND ME.

Missing someone feels like hunger. An insatiable emptiness right at the core of yourself.

Perhaps...I could not be content with mere contentment!

Love is desire sustained by unfulfilment.

She wished he were here. In such a short time he had become all-important to her. Thoughts of him filled her waking hours, and her sleep was dotted with dreams of him.