Quotes About Yearn

Eliza has the sky in her eyes and I've always wanted to touch the goddamn sky.

They wanted happiness without knowing what it was, or where to look, which made them want it all the more.

Phaedra] wasn't perfect, by any stretch of the imagination, but I would willingly have trade all my prizes in the Festivals, even the prize for the Demes, just to have known her a little better.

I didn't even know his name. And if I didn't know his name then there is nothing I did know and I have known nothing ever at all since the one thing I wanted was to know his name so how could he help but leave me since he was making love to a woman who didn't even know his name.

Milkman could hardly breathe. Hagar's voice scooped up what little pieces of heart he had left to call his own.

She banged her knuckles until they ached to get the attention of the living flesh behind the glass, and would have smashed her fist through the window just to touch him, feel his heat, the only thing that could protect her from a smothering death of dry roses.

Mother hunger - to be one or have one - both of them were reeling from that long which, Lina knew, remained alive, traveling the bone.

Looking at Milkman in those nighttime talks, they yearned for something. Some word from him that would rekindle the dream and stop the death they were dying.

Do you want him? I want somebody, I told her. He's as good as anybody, she said.

He hoots as he passes. Another one whistles. I know this is stupid, inviting trouble. But it feels so good to be wanted, I can't help myself.

Because you know something won't ever happen, it doesn't stop you longing for it. I know I'll never be able to speak or sing with my own voice. I don't know why. I wish I did.

It is strangely wonderful to feel the lack of something instead of believing that it was never there in the first place.

I'm not a prayer, I just wish a lot.

It's getting harder to live without faith, or you, or whatever we choose to call what calls to us in the quiet. — Kevin Young, from "Book Rate," Dear Darkness: Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 2009)

You came here of your own accord and are lost in yourself; I know not what you search for, or who. If I want anyone it is you, if I want to see anyone it is you. You are the desire of my heart and my eyes' prayer.

...sometimes I get tired. Sometimes I get bored. And sometimes all I want, more than anything else in the world, is to go on a freaking date.

Classic romance dilemma: you always want the man you can't have, and you never want the man that wants you.

When he set her feet on the ground, she did not move her hands from his shoulders right away, but looked at him with a winsome expression. His breath came fast and hard, and he wished once more they could be alone and he could just kiss her and see what happened.

Que quer a nuvem? raptá-lo.

They could never guess, in the silences.. That all I want is you, And the Sexy Hurricane that we share.

La puerta cedió suavemente y entonces supe el secreto del jardín cerrado: solo se abría para los que deseaban ardientemente entrar y tenían la esperanza de conseguirlo.

Hands grab pull want ask demand. "If you loved me. If you loved me.

But the most important thing I know is that I want the possibility of you more than the reality of [her].

The atmosphere changes immediately. And there's an out of the way place where your mind stores things. You can't reach it yourself. It's like the game Operation and you are the body and someone else has to have a steady hand, they have to poke that part of you, that hot spot. When you get what you want, what you always wanted, what it means to be you is to want this thing and now you have it and there is a roar. Love.