Quotes About Yearning

I wanted to wrap her in my arms and brush my eyelashes against hers in butterfly kisses.

I feared death and I loved life. I yearned to live long enough to smoke one more cigarette, drink one more drink, experience seven more seconds of obscene bliss, and then, perhaps, but most likely not, I could die.

So I fell in love with Phi Phi, a harmless enough emotion. I was wont to fall in love two or three times a year and was now well past due.

Thousands more must be staring into darkness like us, gripped by scandalous thoughts, extravagant hopes, and forbidden plots. We lie in wait for the right moment and the just cause, which, at this moment, is simply wanting to live.

While the clerks chatted in a language I could not understand, I hesitated, yearning to take everything home but unable to choose.

Am i a photograph you gaze at in moments of weakness? You ordered me off my knees into your arms Wasn't to beg that I knelt; only to see you once from below.

ghazal that he had heard Saeeda Bai sing, but, oddly

Every object strives for its proper place. A book seeks to be near its truest admirer. Just as this helpless moth seeks to be near the candle that infatuates him.

Loving someone that does not love you is like shaking the tree that bears no fruit.

There is no such thing as bad food when you are really hungry.

You appreciate some people most when they deprive you of the pleasure of their company.

Nunca fui covarde Mas agora é tarde Amei tanto Que agora nem sei mais chorar Vivi te buscando Vivi te encontrando Vivi te perdendo Ah, coração, infeliz até quando? Para ser feliz Tu vais morrer de dor Amei tanto Que agora nem sei mais chorar Nunca fui covarde Mas agora é tarde É tarde demais enfim A solidão é o fim de quem ama A chama se esvai, a noite cai em mim.

Try to remember. Has there ever been a time when even a casual reading of a Bible passage would cause your heart to burn? Has there ever been a time when you were so anxious to visit the house of worship that it made your toes curl and your palms moist? Have you ever hungered for the word of God to a point that your heart ached with anticipation, so that you yearned for it as a deer pants for water?

There may be a great fire in our hearts, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke.

One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever come to sit by it. Passersby see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on the way.

I will not live without love.

One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever came to sit by it. Passers-by see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on their way.

I am so angry with myself because I cannot do what I should like to do, and at such a moment one feels as if one were lying bound hand and foot at the bottom of a deep dark well, utterly helpless.

In the fullness of artistic life there is, and remains, and will always come back at times, that homesick longing for the truly ideal life that can never come true.

It quite often makes me feel sad that painting's like a bad mistress one might have, who's always spending, spending and it's never enough.. [Letter 630, Arles, 23 June 1888]

Aspiro alle stelle che non posso raggiungere.

Aqui, exceto a liberdade, exceto muitas outras coisas que eu gostaria que fossem diferentes, não estou muito mal.

Acabo de ler O ano terrível de Victor Hugo. Nele há esperança, mas... esta esperança está nas estrelas. Acho isto verdadeiro e bem dito e belo, aliás acredito nisto de bom grado.

There may be a great fire in our hearts yet no one comes to warm themselves by it and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke