Unfulfilled Yearning Quotes

You can miss a person you've never known.

When people hear good music, it makes them homesick for something they never had, and never will have.

I can't do this Ash. It's killing me. Having you this close and not touching you is driving me insane. You're his Ash. You're his. You made your choice and I understand why you chose him. I don't hold it against you but dammit Ash it hurts

When I was a child, books were everything. And so there is in me, always, a nostalgic, yearning for the lost pleasure of books. It is not a yearning that one ever expects to be fulfilled.

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.

He lifts her breasts, which fit perfectly into his hands, though he knows this is no promise that he gets to keep them. A million things you can't have will fit in a human hand.

It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want—oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!

She had never experienced the pain of unsatisfied desire before. It hurt. It hurt like nothing she'd ever felt, and there seemed to be no remedy

Thus I reel from desire to fulfillment and in fulfillment languish for desire.

A desire that has never been fulfilled is considerably less acute than one that has been fulfilled and then checked at the source.

Seven years after my mother's passing, I still reach for the phone for a split second to call her. We spoke every day.

Desire has no history.

I can't say I gave up totally my passion for women but almost.

If in my youth I had realized that the sustaining splendour of beauty of with which I was in love would one day flood back into my heart, there to ignite a flame that would torture me without end, how gladly would I have put out the light in my eyes.

More than anything, the journal wanted. It wanted more than it could hold, more than words could describe, more than diagrams could illustrate. Longing burst from the pages, in every frantic line and every hectic sketch and every dark-printed definition. There was something pained and melancholy about it.

It's excruciating to be away from your child.

What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.

No nostalgia runs deeper than that for something one has never known and now cannot obtain.

I'd liked this girl all through high school. After we graduated, we got together for a while, but she left me for another man.

Ere yet we yearn for what is out of our reach, we are still in the cradle. When wearied out with our yearnings, desire again falls asleep; we are on the death-bed.

All my life, my heart has sought a thing I cannot name. Remembered line from a long- forgotten poem