Quotes About Yearn

He stood looking at her as if it took all of his effort to keep his eyes directed at her face, to keep seeing her, to endure the sight. "What do you want?" he asked.

There were moments when she felt a sudden, violent longing for him, but it was only impatience, not pain.

He felt, as passionately as he had ever felt it, that she was the most desirable woman on earth; but what came from it was only a desire to desire her, a wish to feel, not a feeling.

He wanted to put his head down on the desk, lie still and rest, only the form of rest he needed did not exist, greater than sleep, greater than death, the rest of having never lived.

He lifts her breasts, which fit perfectly into his hands, though he knows this is no promise that he gets to keep them. A million things you can't have will fit in a human hand.

E' uno strano dolore. Morire di nostalgia per qualcosa che non vivrai mai.

?udna je to bol.Umirati od žudnje za ne?im što nikada ne?eš doživjeti

It was always a sad pleasure, like making love to a beautiful woman, but not to the woman you love.

It came to him, the very picture: he was unshucked oyster, hurtling on the winds, all air, gonad and gut. Chances seemed in a loud hurry around him, but he could do nothing--nothing-- about them. Mestre yearned to be driven by some grand circumstance. Everything in his existence was too slack.

Right now all he wanted was to get out of this awful place where reality had worn so thin.

A kiss may not be the truth but it is what we wish were true." L.A. Story (1991) – Harris Telemacher (Steve Martin)

Quiere ser incluso más breve. Quiere ser una sola palabra. Si pudiera encontrar dicha palabra, si pudiera pronunciar dicha sílaba, el universo entero se desprendería de ella con un rugido. Esa es la indignante ambición del cuento, su fe más profunda, la grandeza de su pequeñez.

it's like a squid in love with the sky.

The love withheld is always the love we long for most.

One night of love don't make up for six nights alone. But I'd rather have one than none Lord, cause I'm flesh and bone.

Next to me, Saiman smiled. "We all want what we can't have, Kate. I want you, you want love, and he wants to break my neck.

Somewhere there must one Made for this soul, to move it.

Perhaps a great love is never returned.

Take me with you. I want a doomed love. I want streets at night, wind and rain, no one wondering where I am.

May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.

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

Then it is better, sir, to love whom one cannot have?" "Probably better," Lancelot said. "Certainly safer.

The sadest part of love life is when you cannot live with and without the one you love

We love only what we do not wholly possess.