Quotes About Yearn

Who am I kidding? I have no reason for being here other that the fact that I want to be near her.

You take it for granted that I am in something that I want to get out of.

There is something I want-something I have come to get, and she fell deeper and deeper without knowing quite what it was, with her eyes closed.

Fine. If I can't have you, then you do the taking. Have all of me, part of me, a small piece, whatever you want. Just please, have something.

I can only hold on to the things I want to lose.

You're here, and the only dance I want is this one.

It is a terrible thing to want something you cannot have. It takes you over. I couldn't think straight because of it. There was no one else, I realized, whom I could possibly tell.

Ed?" Ritchie says later. We're still standing in the water. "There's only one thing I want." "What's that, Ritchie?" His answer is simple. "To want.

Stop crying to the ocean, stop crying over me. Stop worrying over nothing, stop worrying over me. So it's been so long since you said, well I know what I want and what I want's right here with you.

He supposed that was the way of human beings, wanting what they couldn't have,

Annabelle gazed wistfully toward the doorway. "If I could put my brain in her body, the world would be mine for the taking.

I want you to want me, not just to make me want you.

I had what my own life hadn't given me.

wishing I could go back in time and

I don't want to go home," he said, as if he were telling the truth at last. I wondered in sudden detachment if I would at last find out what it was that he wanted from me.

It's like trying to remember a dream," I said. "It's in me somewhere." "I wish I were in you somewhere," he said. To my surprise, I was a little disappointed. Too easy, I thought. "Where are you instead?

I wanted to see his face. He could see mine.

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

So where's my hug.

I only have to worry about spending the rest of my life wanting someone I can't have.

God, I want her in my life," he said aloud. "What am I going to do, Wes?" No one answered.

Wheres lover boy???

My mother's hand strokes my cheek and I don't push it away as I would in wakefulness, never wanting her to know how much I crave that gentle touch. How much I miss her even though I still don't trust her.

What I want . . . what I want is to have him back.