#yearning

Loving you is no more a beautiful memory, but now just a pain, I cry and weep every time I walk down the memory lane, Your love always completed me in every sense as a whole, But now it’s just emptiness and sorrow in my heart that drains, Of all the people in the world, you choose me to be hurt, Of all the hearts in the world, you choose mine to break… Why did you leave me I ask myself every morning and dawn? Why my love was incomplete tell me why you were gone? A silence surrounds my heart and fills it again with despair, Oh this pain is just too much, and the damage beyond repair, Please come back baby, just come back and bring that old smile, Or just come to see me every once in a while, So my heart no more bleeds, and no more my soul aches, So I can be peaceful after my death, in my ashes and burnt flakes… ↗

— Mehek Bassi

#breakups #destiny #expectations #fate #forget

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. ↗

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

#loss #yearning #being

Rome is the city of echoes, the city of illusions, and the city of yearning. ↗

— Giotto di Bondone

#echoes #illusions #rome #yearning

When you're a kid with artistic yearnings brought up in the Bronx, you don't get fed up too easily. ↗

— Daniel Libeskind

#bronx #brought #easily #fed #fed up

The absolute yearning of one human body for another particular body and its indifference to substitutes is one of life's major mysteries. ↗

— Iris Murdoch

#another #body #human #human body #indifference

This commitment to truth is something one senses more and more Americans yearning for, just as they are becoming more and more sophisticated at knowing when the truth is being obscured - an irony that seems to elude most of today's elected officials. ↗

— Michael Musto

#being #commitment #elected #elected officials #elude

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

— Susie Clevenger

#beauty #discovery #love #lust #passion

Yet, it ought to be obvious that good music generally occupies a higher plane that mere politics. Great writers can express moods through melody and capture experiences we share most powerfully - love, lust, longing; joy, rage, fear; triumph, yearning and confusion. ↗

— Tony Snow

#confusion #experiences #express #fear #generally

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? ↗

— James Lusarde

#mystery #wonder #yearning #beauty

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