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.

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

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.

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...

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...

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

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.

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...

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

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...

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.

Dying for love might be pitiable, but it wasn’t much different, finally, from any other kind of dying.

I’m burning in despair Love which you distanced from me Return once again I’ll forgive you againReturn, Page 19

As Raimon and Desire listened, Aimeric sang of Carenza’s beauty. He sang of the oaths he had given to his lord, the count Bertran, and of another oath, one that he had sworn to Countess...

The day we stop yearning, is the day we stop learning.

I vow I am, and always will be, constant and faithful in my love for you, Anais. Nothing you or anyone else does shall alter these feelings. I am forever loving, forever waiting, forever yearning…forever...

It is rooted deep in your bones; the water calls out to you until it causes you physical pain unless you come to it.

So often, the discarded love of youth is desperately yearned for in maturity.

He is a unicorn. I want to gently capture him and bring him back to my lab for research.

It’s better if you don’t come at all, then come and act like you don’t want to be here. The same applies to there, when I’m there, which is also confusingly here, though it’s not...

Freedom is essential to the pursuit of happiness. Freedom is essential to artistic evolution and expression. Freedom is essential to the expansion of the human mind. Freedom is essential to the development and application of...

He was so stark and male and beautiful that she hungered for him. Physically, to be sure. But also from someplace even more intimate, someplace where heart and soul melded into a yearning so strong,...

Yearning for love made her feel like a cat that was always twining around ankles, meowing Pet me, pet me, look at me, love me.

How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.

Because what’s worse than knowing you want something, besides knowing you can never have it?

I miss you like the mismatching sock I can’t find. You’re out there somewhere.

At the core of her senseless actions, she vaguely perceived that she yearned for something. A something that would provide her with a sure sense of fulfillment. But she could not fathom what that something...

Her vision of the world under the water represented a beautiful stillness, a version of heaven. It was the lost city of Lena, her alternate universe, the life she yearned for but didn’t get to...

He never wanted to see that look of disppointment in her eyes again, yet he couldn’t allow himself to be crushed under his own yearning.

In violence there is often the quality of yearning – the yearning for completion. For closure. For that which is absent and would if present bring to fulfillment. For the body without which the wing...

There is no memory of him here!” And so stand stricken, so remembering him.

Because we know he was simply a man, with weakness and frailties. Who yearned for the same things all of us do–to love and be loved

I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps outLooking, with its hooks, for something to love.

The swallow that hibernates underwater is a creature called yearning.

There was old sex in the room and loneliness, and expectation, of something without a shape or name. I remember that yearning, and was never the same as the hands that were on us there...

Your search for the sacred gift has already begun . . .