Quotes About Yearning

The wind blows over the lonely of heart, And the lonely of heart is withered away.

I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon The golden apples of the sun.

Nothing that we love over-much Is ponderable to our touch.

O bid me mount and sail up there Amid the cloudy wrack, For Peg and Meg and Paris' love That had so straight a back, Are gone away, and some that stay Have changed their silk for sack.

O you are wild for love of me And I with love am wild

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams." ( Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven )

How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me.

Desire, even in its wildest tantrums, can neither persuade me it is love nor stop me from wishing it were.

And none will hear the postman's knock Without a quickening of the heart. For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?

Like love we don't know where or why Like love we cant compel or fly Like Love we often weep Like Love we seldom keep

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.

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.

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 for ever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; For nothing now can ever come to any good.

He still loves life But O O O O how he wishes The good Lord would take him.

Lovers running each to each Feel such timid dreams catch fire Blazing as they touch, Learn what love alone can teach: Happy on a tousled bed Praise Blake's acumen who said: 'One thing only we require Of each other; we must see In another's lineaments Gratified desire'; That is our humanity; Nothing else contents.

Because I love you more than I can say, If I could tell you I would let you know.

I have no way of telling what I miss I am the only one who misses it

I look for you my curl of sleep my breathing wave on the night shore my star in the fog of morning I think you can always find me I call to you under my breath I whisper to you through the hours all your names my ear of shadow I think you can always hear me I wait for you my promised day my time again my homecoming my being where you wait for me I think always of you waiting

apparently we believe in the words and through them but we long beyond them for what is unseen what remains out of reach what is kept covered

Through all of youth I was looking for you without knowing what I was looking for

part memory part distance remaining mine in the ways that I learn to miss you

How beautiful you must be to have been able to lead me this far with only the sound of your going away

We all got up to dance. Oh, but we never got the chance!

Her coming was my hope each day, Her parting was my pain; The chance that did her steps delay Was ice in every vein.