Quotes about Yearning

But what if she discovers the truth? What he suspects is the truth. That he's patchwork, a tin man, his heart stuffed with sawdust. He thinks of her waiting for him, somewhere else, an island, subtropical, not muggy, her long hair waving in the sea breeze, a red hibiscus tucked behind one ear. If he's lucky she'll wait till that happens, till he can get there to be with her.

What would that be like - to long, to yearn for someone who is right there before your eyes, day in and day out?

What would that be like - to long, to yearn for someone who is right there before your eyes, day in and day out?

Hungry, and also sad. Maybe sadness was a kind of hunger, she thought. Maybe the two went together.

I don't want to be left by myself in this room. The walls are too empty, there are no pictures on them nor curtains on the little high-up window, nothing to look at and so you look at the wall, and after you do that for a time, there are pictures on it after all, and red flowers growing.

What I miss is what she'd say. What she would have said.

Oh, how desperately bored, in spite of their grim determination to have a Good Time, the majority of pleasure-seekers really are!

Whenever someone comes in from outside, with the wind in their clothes and the cold on their cheeks, I feel like burying my head under the blankets to keep from thinking, "When will we be allowed to breathe fresh air again?

Now I live only for Peter

For twenty years I have ached to go back home, when there was nobody there to whom I could return.

And did you get what you wanted from this life even so? I did. And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth.

Everyone wants something that they can't possibly have. And if they could have it, they'd discover that they didn't really want it all along.