Quotes About Yearn

You cannot love me, much as you would like; you are unhappily in love with your love for me, but your love for me is not in love with you.

Seni seviyorum iÅŸte, budala, deniz dibindeki çak?l ta?? nas?l sevilip, sarmalan?p ona baÄŸlan?l?rsa ben de sana öyle baÄŸl?y?m.

I am a cage in search of a bird

do I have to have the nourishment of your presence?

a human can't last for long without a heartbeat, and as long as you are turned away how can my heart go on beating?

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

I looked at her much less often than I wanted to.

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.

His idea of the perfect life, the best he could have in the universe, was sitting right next to him. So close, yet so far out of his reach.

She was achingly effortless, and she would never, in a million years, choose me. But, for the next few minutes, I contented myself with the magnificent possibility that she might.

Je n'ai jamais imaginé qu'on put être à ce point hanté par une voix, par un cou, par des épaules, par des mains. Ce que je veux dire, c'est qu'elle avait des yeux où il faisait si bon vivre que je n'ai jamais su où aller depuis.

I want a woman, Dad. I want somebody to love me. I wanna to be free again. I wanna walk in the backyard on the grass. I wanna put my bare feet in the ocean. I wanna run along the sand and feel it on my feet. I wanna stand up in the shower with the hot water streaming down my legs, in the morning...I wanna explode, Dad. I wanna get out of this fucking body I'm in. I wanna be a man again...I just wanna be a man again.

We want what's in this world but we also want what ain't.

Ronald Everett Capps

Delphine began to read with a mad attention when she wanted to talk to Clarisse. She saw that in her life there was a woman-shaped hole, a cutout that led to a mysterious place. Through it, her mother, then Eva, and now Clarisse had walked. If only she could plunge her arms through and drag them back.

I understand only that a vast void, an emptiness, is needing to be filled. O the things we grasp at.

Spiritual yearning is the homesickness of the soul.

It's a strange thing, how you can love somebody, how you can be all eaten up inside with needing them--and they simply don't need you. That's all there is to it, and neither of you can do anything about it. And they'll be the same way with someone else, and someone else will be the same way about you and it goes on and on--this desperate need--and only once in a rare million do the same two people need each other.

It is a terrible thing to want something you cannot have. It takes you over. I couldn't think straight because of it. There was no one else, I realized, whom I could possibly tell.

And to no one is this state more attractive than to those whom it is consistently denied.

And I see that not touching for so long was a drive to the beach with the windows rolled up so the waves feel that much colder.

Why do you think you are missing something you never had?

Cómo podría no amar a ese hombre? Pero era el amor de un fantasma, unos brazos que rodeaban pero no tocaban, un cuenco lleno de arroz pero sin apetito para comerlo, sin plenitud.

Luyi, it means 'all that you wish.'