Quotes About Yearn

The undercurrent of my every thought: To seek you, find you, have you for my own.

Give back my book and take my kiss instead.

They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now

Someone, somewhere, wants a letter from you.

My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.

His longing is such that Rex's absence becomes something like a presence, a scalpel left behind in his gut.

She turns her face toward his, and though she cannot see him, he feels he cannot bear her gaze. "Won't you come with me?

It is a queer world and fantastic world. Why can't people have what they want?

We all engage in things forbidden and yearn for things denied.

Besides, secretly, without knowing it herself, she had been waiting for a Beast to go to.

He said, You're so tiny, like a doll, you look like you might break. I wanted him to break me. Part of me did.

How do you know, poor fool? Perhaps out there, somewhere, someone is sighing for your absence'; and with this thought, my soul begins to breathe.

herself to his side. He couldn't believe it. She was really his for the taking.

With Angela drawn to the hangdog look and Malachy lonely after three months in jail, there was bound to be a knee-trmbler. A knee-trmbler is the act itself done up against a wall, man and woman up on their toes, straining so hard their knees tremble with the excitement that's in it.

May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.

I want in fact more of you. In my mind I am dressing you with light; I am wrapping you up in blankets of complete acceptance and then I give myself to you. I long for you; I who usually long without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.

I long for you; I who usually longs without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.

Since I met you, I've felt abandoned without your nearness; your nearness is all I ever dream of, the only thing.

I'm a cage, in search of a bird.

There they lay, but not in the forgetfulness of the previous night. She was seeking and he was seeking, they raged and contorted their faces and bored their heads into each others bosom in the urgency of seeking something, and their embraces and their tossing limbs did not avail to make them forget, but only reminded them of what they sought

My writing was all about you; all I did there, after all, was to bemoan what I could not bemoan upon your breast.

Oh God, I wish you were not on this earth, but entirely within me, or rather that I were not on this earth, but entirely within you; I feel there is one too many of us; the separation into two people is unbearable.

Adev?ratul motiv al temerilor mele – nu exist? ceva mai cumplit de spus ?i nici de auzit – este c? nu te voi putea poseda niciodat?.

All I did there, after all, was to bemoan what I could not bemoan upon your breast.