Quotes About Yearning

My purpose, my whole life, had been to love him and be with him, to make him happy. I didn't want to cause any unhappiness now—in that way, I decided it was probably better than he wasn't here to see this, though I missed him so much at that moment the ache of it was as bad as the strange pains in my belly.

I wanted to stay in Outside forever, but after a while, we were all carried back to our pen. I slipped immediately into a nap, pressed up against my mother, dreaming of Outside. I loved Outside nearly as much as I loved Maggie Rose. And she loved me. But all this love did not fix the problem. Deep inside, Maggie Rose was still sad, still wistful. I could tell that she was longing for something she could not have.

I loved being with my mother. I loved her closeness and her smell and her warmth. But I knew, deep down, that I should belong to a human family, just like my brothers and sisters. What if I never found my human family? What if nobody wanted me?

I hurried away from Brewster. When I reached my girl, the goslings rushed over to strain against the wire of the kennel, sticking their beaks out and peeping at me with their tiny voices. Mom came back in the room, carrying a box. "I could hear them all the way from the supply kitchen," she remarked. "They seem really upset that Lily is out and they're not. But I knew you would want them to stay in the kennel; they were so hard to catch the first time.

Some things are better than sex, and some are worse, but there's nothing exactly like it.

Once the city gets into a ba-hoys sa-hystem, he loses the ha-hankerin' for the ca-hountry.

He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

In times of joy, all of us wished we possessed a tail we could wag.

The windiest militant trash Important Persons shout Is not so crude as our wish: What mad Nijinsky wrote About Diaghilev Is true of the normal heart; For the error bred in the bone Of each woman and each man Craves what it cannot have; Not universal love But to be loved alone.

The desires of the heart are as crooked as corkscrews.

This teaching is similar to the statement of William Perkins: "The desire for grace is an evidence of grace.

You came back to us in a dream and we were not here.

Of course there is nothing the matter with the starsIt is my emptiness among themWhile they drift farther away in the invisible morning.

We keep asking where they have gone those years we remember and we reach for them like hands in the night

The love that lasts longest is the love that is never returned.

One can be very much in love with a woman without wishing to spend the rest of one's life with her.

And this brought forth a dream and soon enough/ This dream itself had all my thought and love

We sat grown quiet at the name of love; We saw the last embers of daylight die, And in the trembling blue-green of the sky A moon, worn as if it had been a shell Washed by time's waters as they rose and fell About the stars and broke in days and years. I had a thought for no one's but your ears: That you were beautiful, and that I strove To love you in the old high way of love; That it had all seemed happy, and yet we'd grown As weary-hearted as that hollow moon

Let us go forth, the tellers of tales, and seize whatever prey the heart long for, and have no fear.

We know their dream; enough To know they dreamed and are dead; And what if excess of love Bewildered them till they died?

For it is love that I am seeking for, But of a beautiful, unheard-of kind That is not in the world.

No woman loves me, no man seeks my help, Because I be not of the things I dream.

What hurts the soul My soul adores

What's left to sigh for, Strange night has come