There are few qualities more vital than a strong yearning. That desire to reach a little farther, to be a little more, yearning…for a piece of something greater, can often make all the difference.

The most beautiful moments always seemed to accelerate and slip beyond one’s grasp just when you want to hold onto them for as long as possible.

I don’t miss anyone. If I did I would do something about it. Besides, some people come back…in dreams. That’s when they’re honest.

Be not wishing and pining but thankfully content. For it is a short bridge between wanting and regret.”- from “Dimpellumpzki

The ocean exerts an inexorable pull over sea people wherever they are-in a bright-lit, inland city or the dead center of a desert-and when they feel the tug there is no choice but somehow to...

Who ask don’t getwho don’t ask don’t wantwho don’t want don’t getwho don’t getdon’t care

Amazing sex stays with you. It soaks into your skin. It floats through your dreams and has you silently smoldering with delicious remembrances for hours after. It has you craving it days later. And it...

Maybe she had it wrong all this time and her empty heart could never be filled by his ingenious broken spirit. Maybe this yearning had nothing to do with him, and everything to do with...

I don’t know what’s in the box, but I love it. Unopened gifts contain hope.

Life shows us all colours, some bright and some shades of grey,Some accept with a smile, while some frown in every wayThoughts and memories never end but life does one day.Whole age passes by in...

I, too, head for the Baths of Caracalla,thinking—with my old, magnificentprivilege of thinking…(And let there still be a god in me that thinks,lost, weak, and childish,yet whose voice is so humanit is almost a song.)...

The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd – The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what...

part memory part distance remainingmine in the ways that I learn to miss you

At the innermost core of all loneliness is a deep and powerful yearning for union with one’s lost self.

Agony’s PlotA zephyr skimmedacross my creamy skingently kissingwhere the sun had been….

The thing you are passionate about is not random; it stems from an inner yearning. Don’t ignore it or allow others to talk you out of it. Go get it!

Success is transient. Failure makes us diligent. But yearning to succeed is constant.

Every time the wind blows I think of her. I wonder if I could generate electricity off my yearning. Maybe a mind wind farm of some kind. Hopefully I could provide enough power for all...

A feeling struck me one fine day that people call ‘love’,Before that my life was empty, all I had was loneliness and sorrow…I loved the way it felt being with him, for I felt up...

The great systems that inform the world about the truth and life invariably claim to be absolutely truthful and well-balanced. In reality they are quaking bridges built out of yearning.

She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it.

She was my opposite, but I wanted to be like her. I wanted to fall in love underneath a tree, fast and hard. I wanted someone to forget me and then remember me in their...

Why is love intensified by absence?

The longing for sweets is really a yearning for love or “sweetness.

this heart yearns…for the salt of unsmelt airunswept thunderstorms…unknown adventures.

I won’t let you have it. I won’t give you this moment. I won’t let you fill up this valuable organ…I own it. I won’t do it. I can’t think, I won’t think about it.

The fairest things have fleetest end,Their scent survives their close:But the rose’s scent is bitternessTo her who loved the rose.

Each night I lie and dream about the oneWho kissed me and awakened my desireI spent a single hour with him aloneAnd since that hour, my days are layed with fire.

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Oh, do you understand what I mean? Have you ever felt that about the Moon? Have you ever ached with the sheer beauty of it?

My heart only ever had one thought, one want. One need. Despite all, in spite of all…All my heart has ever wanted is you.

Nondum amabam, et amare amabam

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the sapphire depthof my own love…startlesand warmsand wounds my soul.

Not everyone can wait: neither the sated nor the satisfied nor those without respect can wait. The only ones who can wait are people who carry restlessness around with them.

I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there: not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart: but really with it, and...

I want to be the kind of boy you are, thought Bean. But I don’t want to go through what you’ve been through to get there.

Oh Moon, sweet, sweet Moon, I want to be naked on you. I want to be like a flower growing on your surface, unique and mysterious, at home in the wonder of you, as if...

The night I met him [he] told me that, for some reason, life usually grants us what we are not looking for. He was given wealth, fame, and power, yet his soul yearned only for...

You’ll become that devil overnight, if you want to become that celebrity overnight.

i am infinitely yearningbrimmingand overflowingin wordsi discoverit’s another wayfor meto be in tears.

They no longer wanted to entice anyone; all they wanted was to catch a glimpse for as long as possible of the reflected glory in the great eyes of Odysseus

What I want is to live of that initial and primordial something that was what made some things reach the point of aspiring to be human.

I commit her to memory. When I’m alone, I feel a strange yearning, the hunger of a man fasting not because he believes but because he’s ashamed. Not the cleansing hunger of the devout, but...

A lot of people get so hung up on what they can’t have that they don’t think for a second about whether they really want it.

Name me no names for my disease,With uninforming breath;I tell you I am none of these,But homesick unto death —Homesick for hills that I had known,For brooks that I had crossed,…Before I met this flesh...

As he lay there, he was sure that he could still feel the memory of that strange hand cupping the back of his neck; and he couldn’t believe how empty his mouth felt, now that...

To want and not to have, sent all up her body a hardness, a hollowness, a strain. And then to want and not to have- to want and want- how that wrung the heart, and...

It hurts to breathe. It hurts to live. I hate her, yet I do not think I can exist without her.

I’m hard to love, but I love hard, like my heart is the sun yearning to tan your naked body. I promise I won’t burn you.