Quotes About Yearn

Hope is really just desire disguised, just desperation, aching, dressed up like a prayer.

The air of the squad room hurt everywhere it touched me. Lexie in dim gold light on the screen was a dark lake I could high-dive into, she was a thin-ice river I could skate away on, she was a long-distance flight leaving now.

I feel like I need and need and need and it's wearing a hole in the fabric.

Mr. Hamilton, I do need her." He shook his head. "You don't even know yet what need is.

She floats down the aisle like a pageant queen. But I know you wish it was me. You wish it was me don't you

Just because as human beings, what we can't have is what we reply in our head over and over again before we go to sleep.

The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you.

it would make things much simpler for a man like him if he knew she were unavailable.

But it's true, 'Rene. Can't you realize that I'm not like you a bit? Why, to get the things I want badly enough, I'd do anything, hurt anybody, throw anything away. Really, 'Rene, I'm not safe." Her voice as well as the look on her face had a beseeching earnestness that made Irene vaguely uncomfortable.

That undamaged part of her was so small, it was only good for one night.

Without you in my arms, I feel an emptiness in my soul. I find myself searching the crowds for your face - I know it's an impossibility, but I cannot help myself.

I am lost without you. I am soulless, a drifter without a home, a solitary bird in a flight to nowhere. I am all these things, and I am nothing at all. This, my darling, is my life without you. I long for you to show me how to live again.

At night, when I am alone, I call for you, and whenever my ache seems to be the greatest, you still seem to find a way to return to me.

Part of me aches at the thought of her being so close yet so untouchable.

And for an instant, I fantasized about wrapping my arms around her right then and there.

You kiss like a woman who stands on the outside, always peering in the window of life and wishing she were there, yet never having the guts to demand entrance.

He worked at stealing her heart to replace the one she'd taken from him.

He found he was holding his breath. A part of him wished she had a man. That she wouldn't look up, see him and smile that innocent, shy smile that told him she was interested in a monster. On the other hand, if she didn't smile at him that way, he'd be crushed. Shattered.

He was becoming intimate with her mind, with her body, like a lover, though he had not yet shared her body or mind in the way he wanted. Darius

to be here in his room waiting for him, it wasn't nearly enough. They

Ruthless and arrogant though power can appear, it is only ever held by mere mammals who excrete and yearn, and who suffer from insomnia and insecurity.

As much as you long for it, it longs for you more. Take one step toward the Big Person and it will take a hundred steps toward you.

El francés no sabe bien qué quiere, lo único que sabe a la perfección es que no quiere lo que tiene. Y para decirlo no sabe sino cantar canciones.

Why was I not made of stone like thee? --Quasimodo[to a gargoyle on the ramparts of Notre Dame as Esmeralda rides off with Gringoire].