yearning

If there is passion, let me feel its heat.I want my heart to beat fast,my breath raspy, my skin to burn.

I want your most vital organ. I want it to be mine.

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 my naked body would be something growing out of your soil, something precious, a lovely gift on your landscape.

Oh, do you understand what I mean? Have you ever felt that about the Moon? Have you ever ached with the sheer beauty of it?

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 Carenza in his heart. He would keep her at the forefront of his thoughts, he would cherish her forever. They would never satisfy their desire, never even kiss one another, but he would be faithful to her until he died.

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.

Who ask don't getwho don't ask don't wantwho don't want don't getwho don't getdon't care

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 was like them: contact with wealth had laid something over it that would not be wiped away.

If I ever meet you againI__l just look at your eyesI will try to smile_Smile and savor the momentBut we __l live in our own worldA world devoid of anxiety and acrimony.

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.

The swallow that hibernates underwater is a creature called yearning.

Success is transient. Failure makes us diligent. But yearning to succeed is constant.

When we hope, we usually hope for the wrong thing.We yearn for tomorrow and the progress that it presents. But yesterday was once tomorrow, and where was the progress in it?Or we yearn for yesterday, for what was or what might have been. But as we are yearning, the present is becoming the past, so the past is nothing but our yearning for second chances.

Good poetry does not exist merely for the sake of itself, but rather, is a byproduct of yearning and growth; great poetry canonizes that yearning for the growth of others.

At the innermost core of all loneliness is a deep and powerful yearning for union with one's lost self.

my heart, sometimes singing in the afternoon, the most haunting song of solitude

She didn__ care if the world thought she was pretty. All she wanted was that special someone to reach beyond the surface and discover her heart.

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.