Quotes About Yearn

Peter sank. "I'd give anything to see time.

I want you back, he said. And he abandoned himself to the words he was speaking.

She knew that her only chance of attaining peace of mind was never to see him again. Yet how could she forget him? Dear God, how was she to live without him?

She wanted his very soul, it seemed. Well, she would have it. He had no more use for it himself.

If only he had been any other man in the world.

Life could never offer what she most dreamed of.

Without even realizing it, he had come running to her.

He needed her. He needed her now.

Piers had only ever been for her remotest dreams, anyway.

She was suddenly plagued by a thoroughly novel desire to rush across to where he still sat in his chair, and cradle his head against her breast. She had never seen him vulnerable, had never even dreamed that he had any weakness.

She wants him to stay. She wants to be persuaded.

Being with them had always filled him with a yearning for a similar sort of love. He had tried to find it, but he had never come close.

It's not enough. There has to be something else. And there is nothing else between you and me.

But if he let himself think too deeply, he could still dream of finding someone like her.

She would not live with him day by day, aching for every kind word or chance touch.

He could not do it. It was as simple as that. He had known it there at the castle as he held her in his arms, his head bent back against the stone pillar, his body aching and aching for her. He could not do it. She had done nothing to deserve him and the kind of destruction he could bring into her life.

And she gazed upward into the face of all her dreams. Not just Piers' face, though that too. Oh, yes, that too. But the face of her dream. Piers wanting her and loving her. Focused entirely on her. Asking her the question with the one whispered word and with eyes that pleaded and were not quite sure of her answer.

Dünyadaki hüznün yar?s? seni istemeyen birini istemektir

Today the clerk in the fancy deli next door asked me how I was, and I said, 'I have deep longings that will never be satisfied.

Did I actually reach out my arms toward it, toward paradise falling, like the fading of the dearest, wildest hope- the dark heart of the story that is all the reason for its telling?

Like the heron, who can only croak, who wishes he could sing, I wish I could sing.

Our lives will not be happy, but they will be harmless, and free from the misery I now feel. Oh! my creator, make me happy; let me feel gratitude towards you for one benefit!

My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair? My love, my love, my love, why have you left me alone? My love, my love, my love, if only you could have known.

For five days and nights, she had fought a single desire—to go to him. To see him alone—anywhere—his home or his office or the street—for one word or only one glance—but alone.