Quotes About Yearn

What you are longing for is longing for you.

Now, to follow out this reasoning, what is the marvellous?—that which we do not understand. What is it that we really desire?—that which we cannot obtain.

Il est vrai que sa voix, comme malgré elle, murmurait tout bas: «Edmond, Edmond, Edmond!»

No, no. No lo entiendes. Nadie quiere ser ganado. Queremos ser deseados, necesitados»

do you or don't you know the two worlds I'm talking about, the world that doesn't exist where you wish you could be on the dirt road that stretches out of Idaho away from the cave and family? The girl you want lives there. All my life I've wanted to be the grand gesture that forces the mouth open in disbelief Instead I was the lamp cord, collecting dust and never moving. It's easy to be the destroyed one.

He has stumbled into love, and now he's stuck there. He's fairly used to not getting what he wants, and he's dealt with it, yet he can't help but wonder if that's only because he didn't want anything too badly.

To want someone so much could be a terrible thing, or it could be the best hope a man could have.

How could I lose you when I haven't even found you?

What I wanted to know had both nothing and everything to do with the natural world. I wished to know love.

thought if I ever fell in love, I would want my beloved to wish what I had come to wish, that the book had ended differently, so that the first Mrs. Rochester might have made her escape.

Would you like to have a brother? By now Melek knew much of our language. I would like to have you, he told me. I laughed, but the laughter sounded sharp, like a rock against the both of us, or an arrow, one that could indeed pierce through flesh. I know I can't. So instead I'll have a brother.

If she felt my gaze upon her, I assume she was accustomed to being stared at, just as I was used to wanting what I could not have.

Did you want something?" she would ask. Yes, I felt like saying. A mother.

Doesn't everyone want what they cannot have?

The strangest thing about her was the way she gazed out the window, as if there was someplace she wanted to be, some other life that was more worth living.

He had been my almost. My might-have-been. I was afraid of what I wanted most - His kiss. Still, I collected kiss stories. -Susie Salmon

It was not so much, she would write in her journal, that she wanted to have sex with women, but that she wanted to disappear inside of them forever. To hide.

He had to seek out her eyes. They weren't focusing on him. They seemed to be preoccupied, and he wished he could reach up and grab them and train them on here and now. On him.

I think she thought she love him. But he got so many of us. All needing somethin'.

Thought so sharp it go through me like a pain. Somebody to run to. It seem too sweet to bear.

Collin sat on a marble bench, chaste white, funereal, carved with the words PROTECT ME FROM WHAT I WANT. When he opened his arms for Nina, a guard hurried over. "Sir! I'm sorry—you can't sit there!

Nothing like being wanted, is there? Wanted by someone you want. Always seems like magic, that something can feel so good but cost nothing.

It's horrible when your heart is somewhere your body is not.

There is no subtle way to mention you miss the curve of someone's ass.