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 knew what it was to yearn for a life so distant it seemed that it had never been anything more than a dream.

A Pause of ThoughtI looked for that which is not, nor can be,And hope deferred made my heart sick in truthBut years must pass before a hope of youthIs resigned utterly.I watched and waited with...

Even if the grass is greener on the other side of the fence, keep to your own side; it’s where you belong. There you can plant your own grass and tend to it.

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.

He gazed up at the blue sky and knew that heaven—at least in this life—was neither a time nor a placeto be grasped and made into a possession. It came in fleeting moments and then...

It’s like when you’re excited about a girl and you see a couple holding hands, and you feel so happy for them. And other times you see the same couple, and they make you so...

I’m not your blue-eyed Czech,I’m just a brown-eyed girl, A little mix of rock your world,And now you’ll never be the same. You grabbed me by the hand,I grabbed you by the neck. I changed...

If only you would realize some day, how much have you hurt me,If only your heart ever, craves for me or my presence…If only you feel that love again someday for me,If only you are...

If there is passion, let me feel its heat.I want my heart to beat fast,my breath raspy, my skin to burn.

Good poetry does not exist merely for the sake of itself, but rather, is a byproduct of yearning and growth; great poetry canonizes that yearning for the growth of others.

When we hope, we usually hope for the wrong thing.We yearn for tomorrow and the progress that it presents. But yesterday was once tomorrow, and where was the progress in it?Or we yearn for yesterday,...

No misery compares to staring at a clear night’s sky with arms stretched toward a coveted star, wishing on what is forever out of reach.

I want your most vital organ. I want it to be mine.

. . .in your light, had I learned to love, herein your beauty, could I speakknowing of this space close withinas the breath held inside a garden rose, there—there is no time.

And the pine trees that smell so wonderfully of spicy power. Shall I never see a mountain pine again? Really that would be no misfortune. To forgo something: that also has its fragrance and its...

As we enter the path of transformation, the most valuable thing we have working in our favor is our yearning.

Loving you is no more a beautiful memory, but now just a pain,I cry and weep every time I walk down the memory lane,Your love always completed me in every sense as a whole,But now...

But the walls of my resolvemortared with stubbornnesshave been breached by circumstancesI cannot handle alone.

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...

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

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...

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...

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.)...

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

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

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

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!

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.

Why is love intensified by absence?

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...

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

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

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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Nondum amabam, et amare amabam

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.