Quotes About Yearn

Me falta algo, Eugenio. Sé que no debería ser así, pero lo es. La vida que tengo no me basta.

Sin embargo, apostaría a que si mañana te ofreciese toda la pasión que necesitas, pasión a carretadas, no tardarías en echar en falta alguna otra cosa.

Qué es lo que nos falta cuando no nos falta nada, cuando somos autosuficientes? ¿Qué es lo que echamos en falta cuando no estamos enamorados?

ya que la anatomía es el destino: un vacío, o una concha, una película sobre un vacío que ansía verse colmado en un mundo en el que nada se colma.

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.

Just once Blay said softly. Do it just once. So I'll know what it's like.

The rejection didn't faze him. 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.

Still, it would have been great, just once, to have a man stare at her with total adoration. To have him be... enthralled. Yes, that was the word. She would have loved for a man to be enthralled by her.

Fuuuuuuck......No'One....

There was nothing worse than chasing a release. You never could catch.

Carezco de palabras, mi hembra. Porque ningún sonido de mi boca es digno de tu oído.

Io non sono tua.» sussurrò lei. Lui non si lasciò scoraggiare. «E va bene. Se non posso averti vorrà dire che sarai tu ad avere me. Serviti pure. Prendimi. Tutto quanto, una parte, un pezzettino, quello che vuoi. Però ti prego, prendi almeno qualcosa di me.»

This was the nurse Rehv hoped he would get each time he came in. This was the one who made these visits even partially bearable. This was his Ehlena. Okay, so she wasn't his in the slightest. He knew her name only because it was on the blue-and-white pin on her coat. He saw her only when he came to be treated. And she didn't like him at all. But he still thought of her as his, and that was just the way of it.

Peaches. Look at me.

Oh, honey. I don't want him.

Come here, Savannah.

ah, you always go for the ones who don't really want you

Trouble is, what would I do with her once I won her?- it's like winning an angel in hell and you are then entitled to go down with her to where it's worse or maybe there'll be light, some, down there, maybe it's me's crazy-

he wanted so much to live...

The last thing is what you can´t get. Nobody can get to that last thing. We keep on living in hopes of catching it once for all

Life that did not yearn toward life was in fair way toward ceasing.

It was so much more exquisite to long for somebody than to have her there beside him.

Longing that is deeper than want. It's not as simple as desire. It's more like missing something you've never had.

It's always nice being wanted. Even if it's by the wrong person.