Quotes About Yearn

I long for a noble escape from freedom

shall pick up Bergson, or Kafka, or Joyce, and languish for the minds that are outleaping and outskipping mine.

Your absence is inconspicuous; Nobody can tell what I lack.

The more rapacious, to take what I never had; The more unpardonable, to taunt me with not having it. Had you taken what I had, you would have left me at least a memory Of something to live upon.

But you are just the same: Just as voracious for what you cannot have Because you repel it.

Where is my poppy, my catling? Where is my young lady?

Failed by both the angels and Cornelia, Iuletta had turned at last to God for what she wanted.

Caged birds accept each other, but flight is what they long for.

Era extraño, eso de encontrar una mujer que pudiera hacerlo feliz con su sola presencia. Ni siquiera necesitaba verla, ni oír su voz, ni oler su aroma. Simplemente necesitaba saber que estaba ahí" - Benedict Bridgerton

Oh, how I had willed her to come back.

Daydreams were dangerous because they made her wish for things she could never have.

As far apart from you as one eye from the other, out of this affliction I've taken on will be born the gaze that deserves you at last. — Julio Cortazar, "If I'm To Live," Save Twilight: Selected Poems . (City Lights Publishers; 2nd Printing edition January 1, 2001) Originally published October 12th 1980.

Oriunde s-ar afla, pletele-i inflacarate ca un turn ma ard din departare, ma distruge cu absenta ei.

Creo que no te quiero, que solamente quiero la imposibilidad tan obvia de quererte. Como el guante izquierdo enamorado de la mano derecha.

These poems they are things I do in the dark reaching for you whoever you are from "These Poems

I dream about oblivion like other people dream of good sex...

I should think it a wonderful thing to be missed, the way that I miss him.

I do," Drew admitted, his eyes devouring my body appreciatively. "But with you…I want so much more, Summer. So much more than you're willing to give me." He paused, "Every single touch, every single look you give me, I cherish.

I've gotten plenty of things. Plenty of girls. But never her. ", Drew Donovan in Loving Summer by Kailin Gow

Can angels lie spine to spine? If not, how they must envy us humans

Desiring the unattainable; that's all this is about,

Who is it that gave people so many desires and then straight away refused to grant any of them? I don't know who it was that made this world, but I know I hate him.

However far back I go into my childhood, nothing seems to me more characteristic of, or more familiar in, my interior economy than the appetite or irresistible demand for some 'Unique all-sufficing and necessary reality.'

If I believed I could free myself, by dying, from amorous thoughts that bind me to the earth, I would already have laid these troubled limbs and their burden in the earth myself: