#yearning

For feverish mornings after he left, she lay awake in that guest room in their house, in the rumples of the sheet he had slept in. She would get him on every turn: his aftershave lingering on the sides of the pillow that sometimes caught her, waking up from her dreams of him, in nuclear nights, his gaze: drenching her like water drops on burning rocks. She herself didn’t have any smell. He had to really lean in the first time to make out the attar amidst the freckles on her neck. And then there would be at least two, never only one: Jasmine and that other thing that he could never place- a smell that was between imitation pearls and the insides of a Durga Puja afternoon. On some days even in Simla, this she, would waft in by his collars nonchalantly.’ ('Left from Dhakeshwari') ↗

— Kunal Sen

#dreams

Because what’s worse than knowing you want something, besides knowing you can never have it? ↗

— James Patterson

#unrequited-love #yearning #experience

I vow I am, and always will be, constant and faithful in my love for you, Anais. Nothing you or anyone else does shall alter these feelings. I am forever loving, forever waiting, forever yearning...forever yours. ↗

— Charlotte Featherstone

#forever #love #obsession #yearning #faith

The longing for sweets is really a yearning for love or "sweetness. ↗

— Marion Woodman

#food #longing #love #sweetness #sweets

But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin. ↗

— Aldous Huxley

#hunger #thirst #yearning #freedom

Все туй копнение в духът, все туй скиталчество из път, на който не съзирам края. И поглед вечно устремен, напред, към утрешния ден, без там пристанище да зная... ↗

— Пейо Яворов

#yearning #life

How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#yearning #love

Maybe she had it wrong all this time and her empty heart could never be filled by his ingenious broken spirit. Maybe this yearning had nothing to do with him, and everything to do with her. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#empty #empty-heart #jamie-weise #love #love-story

He had no idea what missing was. Missing was lying in the dampness of your tears night after night. Missing was a constant hollow spot in the center of your chest. Missing was a yawning ache that was never satisfied. ↗

— Denise Hunter

#love #missing #the-accidental-bride #yearning #love

I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#love #poetry #yearning #love