yearning

I knew what it was to yearn for a life so distant it seemed that it had never been anything more than a dream.

Because we know he was simply a man, with weakness and frailties. Who yearned for the same things all of us do--to love and be loved

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 is not conscious wanting; it's an involuntary yearning for wholeness, for understanding, for meaning, for the opportunity to regain or even simply touch what we've lost.

The fairest things have fleetest end,Their scent survives their close:But the rose's scent is bitternessTo her who loved the rose.

She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found 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.

You kissed me once and now you feel as if you__e got some special kind of licence to do it whenever you want?

Agony's PlotA zephyr skimmedacross my creamy skingently kissingwhere the sun had been....

Because one look into his eyes, and she was drowning in what existed there and didn__ want to surface.

. . .in your light, had I learned to love, here in your beauty, could I speakknowing of this space close withinas the breath held inside a garden rose, there_ there is no time.

One is in 'Waiting'Even after it's overGrief comes to stayNever up for closure...There is no escape everOne is always yearningGrief envelops thoseLeft behind in 'waiting'...__taying stuck_ in painHiding deep in the heart'Let go' ! Yes, but howTo make a new start...One has to live in theDark blind __lack-hole__ntil Light would graceRekindling a 'Whole'(Page 49)

The day we stop yearning, is the day we stop learning.

He gazed up at the blue sky and knew that heaven__t least in this life__as neither a time nor a placeto be grasped and made into a possession. It came in fleeting moments and then went away again toleave one nostalgic and yearning and on the verge of tears.Very much on the verge of tears.And very frightened.

She wondered how many towns like this existed all over the country?Bucolic scenery on the outside, with its own private soap operas, gossips and hells on the inside. She wondered if the suburbs in huge cities were merely a collection of small towns, piled on top of each other and each place was ultimately the same. The thought struck her as exceedingly depressing. However, her spirits were not in their best shape.

The great systems that inform the world about the truth and life invariably claim to be absolutely truthful and well-balanced. In reality they are quaking bridges built out of yearning.

She made him yearn for a future his kind could never have, and a connection he sure as hell didn__ deserve.

You'll become that devil overnight, if you want to become that celebrity overnight.

Life shows us all colours, some bright and some shades of grey,Some accept with a smile, while some frown in every wayThoughts and memories never end but life does one day.Whole age passes by in wait of that old time to return,But those old days once gone, will never come back again,Rather we can just cherish them in the memories that burn,In the back of our mind and make us remember,How we used to be so crazy,In those old days_