Quotes About Yearn

There is no negator who is not famished for some catastrophic yes .

What attracts me is elsewhere, and I don't know what that elsewhere is.

If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I would be your slave.

Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,How could I seek the empty world again?

I thought for a moment. Isn't it strange how we unconsciously search for something that will make us cry, only when we want to, and only when we're not able to?

Wenn wir uns wiedersehen, wollen wir dies sicher noch ein weiteres Mal, wenn wir einmal miteinander schlafen, wollen wir das wieder machen, ein zweites, drittes, viertes Mal, immer wieder, immer mehr, und weil das, glaube ich, Liebe bedeuten würde, weiß ich nicht, ob ich so für einen Menschen, der nie da ist, empfinden will.

You can't miss what you never had.

She screamed. Her screaming was beautiful. But, truth be told he missed the crying.

We long for what we cannot have, yet desire it not so much because it would benefit us, as because it is beyond our reach.

I don't like things held up before me that I cannot have.

By God, I wish that spit had been a real one, with me to turn it.

There is no comfort. Our lives dismay us. We have dreams of leaving and it is the same for everyone I know.

Is there anything in the world more graceless, more dishonouring, than to desire a woman whom you will never have? Throughout

I approach poetry: but only to miss it.

It is in the nature of 9 men out of 10 that what may be theirs for the picking up, they are much inclined to despise, and what seems to be out of reach, they instantly and fervently desire.

I could manage him,' she sighed. 'Oh, but I could!

Timing is irrelevant when it comes to desire.

And I go out at six in the morning and start my search for you. If I've dreamt a message of a street or a pub or a station I go there. And I wait for you.

Sometimes I turn around and catch the smell of you and I cannot go on I cannot fucking go on without expressing this terrible so fucking awful physical aching fucking longing I have for you. And I cannot believe that I can feel this for you and you feel nothing. Do you feel nothing?

If I could be free of you without having to lose you.

How strange, that when you are away, I reach for my cell phone's buzz as if it were your hand. Each shiver in my pocket, a way to find you.

It is hard to swerve Ocean and Sky from their deepest desires.

Coeur qui soupire n'a pas ce qu'il desire. The heart that sighs does not have what it desires.

I felt that thread that had come between us, tugging, tugging at my heart—so hard, it hurt me.