Quotes About Yearn

L'amore ci rende poveri. Non ci bastano gli occhi per vedere tutto ciò che è da vedere, né le mani per stringere un decimo di tutto ciò che desidereremmo. Quando la guardo negli occhi mi tormento perché non posso guardare le sue labbra, e quando vedo le sue labbra la mia anima grida: Guarda i suoi occhi, guarda i suoi occhi!.

A girl likes to be crossed a little in love now and then. It is something to think of

Ansiaba su estima cuando ya no podía esperar obtenerla; necesitaba oirlo cuando no parecía existir la menor probabilidad de avenencia; estaba convencida de que habría sido dichosa a su lado, cuando no era probable que se produjera un nuevo encuentro entre ambos.

He thought there must be a place, like a dead-letter office, where everyone's longing went, yearning that was sent out, day after day. He thought it must collect somewhere, in a dank basement room, the mass of it rising and rising like water, and with no end in sight.

He wishes to be far away, either at sea or on the shore. In between, he realizes, is the most difficult of all places to be.

The other hand wanted to wrap itself around Ranger's most perfect body part and not let go.

The story of her life. God gave you everything just to take it away. Just so you knew exactly what you were missing.

I know what it's like to be in unrequited love.

We don't realize how much we need something until it's taken away from us.

I guess I've always lived upside down when I want things I can't have.

I don't have Steve. There is no having the Steve.

I need you like a needle needs a vein.

The whole magnetic thing about sex is you want the other person to want you.

How he would have liked to sit there beside her. Not talking—not doing anything. Not so much as touching her. He had never felt like that before. Someone he just wanted to be with.

Darren's lack of milk shake right now feels like some sort of war crime. Like someone should contact Amnesty International.

A desire of desires: the melancholy.

Longing, for everyone, is always there, isn't it? More intense at some times than others. You get closer to less longing - an odd metaphoric phrasing, I realize - then, you are further and longing more than ever again.

There is only one thing I want. I would like to be seriously ill, and to hear nothing more about him for at least a week. Why doesn't something happen to me? Why do I have to go through all this? If only I had never set eyes on him!

Ah! ah! wherefore didst thou not look at me? If thou hadst looked at me thou hadst loved me. Well I know that thou wouldst have loved me, and the mystery of Love is greater than the mystery of Death.

He wanted to escape from himself.

Thus I am not able to exist either with you or without you; and I seem not to know my own wishes.

He gazes at her lips, and knows that gazing Is not enough. He marvels at her fingers, Her hands, her wrists, her arms, bare to the shoulder, And what he does not see he thinks is better. But still she flees him, swifter than the wind

I watched you while you were sleeping and you looked completely at peace. I wish I could feel that. I wish I could close my eyes and feel at peace. But I can't. I can't feel anything if I'm not with you, and even then all I can do is want something that I don't think I can ever have, at least not now. So I left this, and my peace, with you. Stark.

My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose. I love what I do not have. You are so far. My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.