Quotes About Yearn

Still, for sixteen years I saw the way he passed the butter dish across the dining room table to her, as if he wished it could be more, as if he wished she could life the lid and precious gems would spill over her dinner, as if that might finally make her happy- an inedible, improvident gift, like easy, unexpected laughter.

Hoping so hard that there was one boy out there who wanted you as much as you wanted him, because you wouldn't know what you would do with yourself if this were not true.

But I also knew that the human condition leads us to feel alive when confronted with things that we have never imagined, and even more alive when confronted with things we cannot have.

I hope someone will be lost without me someday.

Not that she didn't love almost every boy she'd ever met, and not that every boy in the world didn't totally love her. It was impossible not to. But she wanted someone to love her and shower her with attention the way only a boy who was completely in love with her could. The rare sort of love. True love. The kind of love she'd never had.

Please, Marilyn thinks. In this word is all she cannot phrase, even to herself. Please come back, please let me start over, please stay. Please.

It has been so long since he thought of his wife as a creature of want.

The occasional embrace, a head leaned for just a moment on your shoulder, when what you really wanted more than anything was to press them to you and hold them so tight you fused together and could never be taken apart.

The occasional embrace, a head lean, just a moment on your shoulder, when what you really wanted more than anything was to press them to you and hold them so tight you fuse together and could never be taken apart.

Intimacy" Even in the dark I think of you— That these shadows have made me long for your touch. Might that I wrap myself in the soft, white blanket of your skin, your words tumbling tenderly into my ear. And yet as I pause to consider the gentleness within your voice I realize it is only the sound of my heart—trembling To be next to you.

He stopped and leaned against a pole and looked up at the deaf and swollen sky. It was a movement of dark shapes, a hurrying, a running. He closed his eyes. ("Hunger")

I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.

Heaven without love : what a hell.

Lack creates desire. I feel becoming it. (Le manque crée le désir. Je sens le devenir)

The hands that are spaced are docks, where desires can dock. (Les mains écartées sont des quais, - Où les désirs peuvent accoster.)

you are lost dream of my soul..

Barkis suspira.

I know I don't need him, but I think I want him.

It begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It is never a thought to begin with. It is at its best when it is a tantalizing vagueness. It finds its thought and succeeds, or doesn't find it and comes to nothing.

And you're outside, right? You don't know this game. You don't give a shit. But you envy them being so goddamned alive, for knowing what they care about and what they want and for trying to get at it. For being in it, man. And you're just sitting there watching.

Si al mecer las azules campanillas de tu balcón, crees que suspirando pasa el viento murmurador, sabe que, oculto entre las verdes hojas, suspiro yo. Si al resonar confuso a tus espaldas vago rumor, crees que por tu nombre te ha llamado lejana voz, sabe que, entre las sombras que te cercan, te llamo yo. Si se turba medroso en la alta noche tu corazón, al sentir en tus labios un aliento abrasador, sabe que, aunque invisible, al lado tuyo, respiro yo.

Amar! Había nacido para soñar el amor, no para sentirlo".

My goodness, if you think of all the folks in the world who'd give all they've got to be out of the racket and in a place like this, only they can't get out! Are we in the prison or are they ?

I remember, I felt that if you touched me, I'd die. And then I thought that if you didn't touch me, I'd die.