Quotes About Yearn

We did not touch each other. We were both leaning over the abyss.

All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.

All my life my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name." andre breton

In that light, across the field, is all I will never have. Next to me is all I will.

Will Less ever again be so beloved?

No one has ever been hopelessly in love with me. No, Carlos says. You always gave them hope, didn't you?

the only addiction where the sufferer longed for anything but the desired;

Dark be not dark but some other desire

Si jamás te tocara, qué profunda extrañeza-.

She spilled rice on my knee, and she smiled. I wanted her to spill a thousand things on me, lava, acid, bricks, anything, and smile each time

Knowing where she was in the world, even if he never touched her, gave him a deep satisfaction, and he half despised himself for being satisfied with so little.

Alice suspected Paul couldn't really picture his father, just like she couldn't picture Paul when he was away. Maybe that was the case with people you wanted more than was good for you.

I love her. I need her. I gave away everything I had for her. I just wanted her to know me.

Her need was as big as the stars, and he was down there on the beach, so quiet she could hardly hear him.

It's wrong, I know, but I play out this dance with him, exquisite and slow. I play it out in my head, because that is the only place it will ever happen.

When we stopped to eat in the midday, she spilled rice on my knee, and she smiled. I wanted her to spill a thousand things on me, lava, acid, bricks, anything, and smile each time.

Wes wants to be with Macy. And Macy, whether she'll admit it or not, wants to be with Wes. And yet they're not together, which is not only unjust, but when you think about it, tragical!

Eventually, it wasn't even your dad I wanted, just anybody. Anybody at all.

So this had been all I wanted, a boy who understood how I felt. Now, though, I sometimes wished for more.

You can't be together, which is exactly why you want to be.

I hate not having what I want

For God's sake,' the dog is saying, 'open the universe a little more!

When a man's breast feels like a cage from which all the dark birds have flown—he is free, he is light. And he longs to have his vultures back again. He wants his customary struggles, his nameless, empty works, his anger, his afflictions and his sins.

Sólo Dios sabe cuánto me cuesta mirar y remirar tantos encantos, sin atreverme a extender mis manos hacia ella. Apoderarse de lo que se ofrece a nuestra vista y nos embelesa, ¿no es un instinto propio de la humanidad? ¿No se esfuerza el niño por coger cuanto le gusta? Y yo..?