Quotes About Sigh

I ask no paradise on high, With cares on earth oppressed, The only heaven for which I sigh, Is rest, eternal rest.

What is a poet? An unhappy man who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music.

Alas, how easily things go wrong! A sigh too much, a kiss too long And there follows a mist and a weeping rain And life is never the same again

Tanto valeva che non si fossero risvegliati dal loro sonno secolare – mormorò il signor Holker con un lungo sospiro, prendendo posto nello scompartimento del carrozzone.

Alas, how easily things go wrong! A sigh too much, a kiss too long And there follows a mist and a weeping rain And life is never the same again

Alas, how easily things go wrong! A sigh too much, or a kiss too long, And there follows a mist and a weeping rain, And life is never the same again.

Religion is the sigh of the oppressed creature, the heart of a heartless world, and the soul of soulless conditions. It is the opium of the people.

Coeur qui soupire n'a pas ce qu'il desire. The heart that sighs does not have what it desires.

I couldn't help but let out a great sigh when I heard this; and I call it a great sigh because it contained many smaller sighs within it - one sigh of disappointment, one of frustration, one of sadness. . . and I don't know what else

Zeus sighed heavily. 'I wish, all those years ago, Prometheus hadn't persuaded me to make mankind,' he said. 'I knew it was a mistake.

Allie sighed. It was an old, yellow sound, like turning pages.

Her sigh was full of despair, but at the bottom of her lungs, at the depth of her breath's expulsion, there was also hope, waiting like sleep at the end of even the most torrid day.

I remember how, at first, I had felt the tension in his lips, as if he was trying to make a barrier between us - then they had relaxed, parted slightly. And that's when I had known he wanted to kiss me, wanted to give in. That little parting of the lips, the little sigh that came out... I would hear that sigh forever. That little, little sound when the whole world seemed to open up.

For repeating themselves from the first kiss to the last sigh, the average man's love affairs have History blushing with envy.

Only a moment; a moment of strength, of romance, of glamour—of youth!… A flick of sunshine upon a strange shore, the time to remember, the time for a sigh, and—goodbye!—Night—Goodbye…!

So they bring our poor Andreas into the vestry, and unfortunately he's no longer capable of speech, all he can do is reach for the left inside pocket of his jacket where he has the money he owes the little creditress, and he says: 'Miss Thérèse!' - and he sighs once, and he dies. May God grant us all, all of us drinkers, such a good and easy death!

She was a beautiful cat, Flamepaw thought, with the typical wiry WindClan body and sleek black fur. Sure, her name suits her perfectly, he told himself, stifling a sigh.

Cambrant sous le ciel son ventre luisant et liquide, la mer, fiancée monstrueuse, attendait l'amant de feu qui descendait vers elle. Il précipitait sa chute, empourpré comme par le désir de leur embrassement. Il la joignit ; et, peu à peu, elle le dévora. Alors de l'horizon une fraîcheur accourut ; un frisson plissa le sein mouvant de l'eau comme si l'astre englouti eût jeté sur le monde un soupir d'apaisement.

The Neck Cracker said, "Who are you?" again. Matt would not risk it. He sighed and took out his camera phone. "I'm Bob Smiley, Channel Nine News." That

She sighed—every sublime moment must come with a bereft hour.

It's a song of a merryman, moping mum,Whose soul was sad, and whose glance was glum,Who sipped no sup, and who craved no crumb,As he sighed for the love of a lady.

sigh. "Matt, I know. But it ended up to be fun—going to the dance with Walker … and seeing you on the stage playing the drums. You rocked!" Matt grins. "It was fun—playing while you danced." Then his grin fades a little. "It wasn't fun seeing you dance with Walker, though." We

To sigh, yet not recede; to grieve, yet not repent.

A writer can be identified just through his sigh, as a mouthful of words are flooded out in his single sigh.