Quotes About Yearn

We are captives, even if our wheat grows over the fences/ and swallows rise from our broken chains./ We are captives of what we love, what we desire, and what we are.

And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth.

Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.

Everyone's competing for a love they won't receive.

For sometimes you can't help but crave some ruin in what you love.

Desire, even in its wildest tantrums, can neither persuade me it is love nor stop me from wishing it were.

Don't look for Love, look for the one looking for Love.

She missed him the days when some pretext served to take him away from her, just as one misses the sun on a cloudy day without having thought much about the sun when it was shining.

I will be free, no lover's kiss to bind me to earth, no bliss of love to counteract actual bliss.

What's the furthest corner? Because that's where I want to be, alone with the only thing that I love.

Love is a desire for that lost half of ourselves.

Even when I press against him his presence is too far away.

Can't you feel this ? Don't walk away...", she wills him silently. "Please don't walk away from me...

How was she supposed to bear the prospect of never seeing him again? Never seeing his face light up simply because she had walked into the room? Never catching his eye in a crowd, feeling the subtle heat that came with standing alongside a man she knew wanted her more than any other?

The fact that I am no longer tormented by your proximity, or presented with daily evidence of my inability to have the one thing I truly want, has not healed me. It

It's the thing about wanting something you can't have. And that thing of never being able to say what you really feel.

the embrace—one that seems to lack a center. A feeling of being held only by the very edges of who you are. Of wanting, so intensely, to be brought into the heart.

This is love, she thought, isn't it? When you notice someone's absence and hate that absence more than anything? More, even, than you love his presence?

It's the tragedy of loving, you can't love anything more than something you miss.

Someone at Portland Row really missed you, you know... Me. - Holly

We've all had that fear, that despair of losing someone, or this fierce desire because it's not reciprocated. The less reciprocation there is, the more desire we have.

Oh, Rock! Please! I need to know!" The wind blew Jayfeather's pleas back into his face. But he knew Rock heard him, could reply if he wanted.

What good is a body if I can't have you?

Any happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing I could never have him.