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 power.
Grief seems to create losses within us that reach beyond our awareness--we feel as if we're missing something that was invisible and unknown to us while we had it, but is now painfully gone...Longing...
(p. pr. & vb. n.) of Yearn
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 in it.
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.
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 and then, in th...
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.
At the innermost core of all loneliness is a deep and powerful yearning for union with one's lost self.
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.
I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps outLooking, with its hooks, for something to love.
He: I have this crazy yearning in my heart, to make you mine.She: Sure, go ahead and make me your bad habit!
my heart, sometimes singing in the afternoon, the most haunting song of solitude
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 wrung it again and again!
Because what’s worse than knowing you want something, besides knowing you can never have 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.
The day we stop yearning, is the day we stop learning.
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.
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 some...
And then I feel as if I'm witnessing a miracle, as ever so slowly she raises her face towards the moon. I watch her drink in the sight, sensing the flood of memories she's unleashed and wanting nothin...
She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it.
Yet she resigned herself: reverently she put away in the chest of drawers her beautiful dress and even her satin shoes, whose soles had been yellowed by the slippery wax of the dance floor. Her heart...