emotional yearning Quotes

All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.

Are not lifelong friendships born at the moment when at last you meet another human being who has some inkling (but faint and uncertain even in the best) of that something which you were born desiring, and which, beneath the flux of other desires and in all the momentary silences between the louder passions, night and day, year by year, from childhood to old age, you are looking for, watching for, listening for? You have never had it.

When soul rises Into lips You feel the kiss You have wanted

The thing that makes love stories work, in my opinion, in movies and novels and country & western songs, is the feeling of longing.

There is not a single heart but has its moments of longing.

Dearest - my body is simply crazy with wanting you - If you don't come tomorrow - I don't see how I can wait for you - I wonder if your body wants mine the way mine wants yours - the kisses - the hotness - the wetness - all melting together - the being held so tight that it hurts - the strangle and the struggle.

I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can’t help re-living such moments as these in my dreams, for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced. I am going to dream about you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year.

No. No games. He wanted her and didn't care who knew it. He definitely and absolutely wanted her, longed for her, wanted to do more things than there were names for with her.

Bound in primal longings, we pine to be understood by ourselves.

In a way, her strangeness, her naiveté, her craving for the other half of her equation was the consequence of an idle imagination. Had she paints, or clay, or knew the discipline of the dance, or strings, had she anything to engage her tremendous curiosity and her gift for metaphor, she might have exchanged the restlessness and preoccupation with whim for an activity that provided her with all she yearned for. And like an artist with no art form, she became dangerous.

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.

We yearn for the desire to triumph, and it almost never does in the greatest love stories because we're left yearning for it more in the end, and we wish the world were different as a result. I do love that.

Oh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again

Emotionally, my ambition is not yet sated. Emotionally, I still feel like a kid at the adult's table, yearning for recognition. I'm not sure where this all comes from but it is how I feel.

Love is desire sustained by unfulfilment.

It was all the things you could never understand and could never possess that made you ache.

A human soul devoid of longing was a soul deformed, deprived of its highest good, sick unto death.

I felt like I was missing something. Missing you more. Missing whatever was going to happen next.

When the soul is starved for nourishment, it lets us know with feelings of emptiness, anxiety, or yearning

Love is the most elusive thing I know. Always an arm's length away, teasing me and asking me to stretch a bit more and grab it.

When I was little, I knew that I was not adopted, but I actually imagined and hoped that I was - and that my real parents were going to come get me.

My heart hath followed all my days Something I cannot name.

I am not yours, nor lost in you, not lost, although I long to be. Lost as a candle lit at noon, lost as a snowflake in the sea. You love me, and I find you still a spirit beautiful and bright, yet I am I, who long to be lost as a light is lost in light.

Using the Adagietto of Mahler's Fifth is one of the touches of pure genius in Visconti's film (even though Mahlerians complain very loudly that the piece has been ruined), since it corresponds perfectly to Aschenbach's yearnings and to his circling walks around Venice.