Quotes About Yearning

Bad dreams are things precious the soul fears it may lose.

There's something beyond all this. We see hints in books and music.

I don't want the void. I don't want fantasies. I want some- thing real—not another fragment of truth to puzzle over . . . .

Thou I cannot so freely say, My heart is with thee, my soul longeth after thee ; yet can I say, I long for such a longing heart (648).

Boo, Forever Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I'm haunted by all the space that I will live without you.

She would lie in the darkness and hear the rain, then hear her father's soft, soft step rising on the stairs after he had slipped the bolt into the lock of the attic door, and she would slip out of her long woolen night dress and wait for the warmth of him and the wonder of him.

Whoe'er she be,That not impossible sheThat shall command my heart and me.

All those fair and flagrant things.

Socialism is a kind of yearning for a better life than what capitalism permits for most people. Socialist yearnings are as old as capitalism itself, because they are its products.

It's hard knowing that one bag of heroin, one mile away, would help me forget it all.

She was full of yearning. To leave, to be someone else, somewhere else, to start moving and never stop. And yet the more the innermost part of her screamed to move, the more she recognised that she was frozen to one place, one life.

Is it easier for a man to live his life again as a fish, than to accept the wonder of being human? So alone, so frightened, so wanting for what we are afraid to give tongue to.

Find what causes a commotion in your heart. Find a way to write about that

Everybody wants to go to bed with everybody else, they're lined up for blocks, so I'll go to bed with you. They won't miss us.

Except I think it feels more like an empty stomach than a broken heart. An aching hollowness that food can't cure. You know. You've felt it yourself, I bet. You hurt all the time, you're restless, you can't think straight, you sort of wish you were dead but what you really want is for everything to be the same as it was when you were still with her.. or him

Like to a maid who exquisitely turns A promising face to him who, waiting, burns In hell to hear her answer - so the world Tricks all, and hints what no man ever learns.

The beauty and music...It is a call...And some are not strong.

Bron went to the door and leaned against the jamb, with a hand flat upon the wall inside. "O, Mama, my little one," she said, in a voice that should have been eased with many tears, "I am lonely without him. I put his boots and clothes ready every night. But they are there, still, in the morning. O, Mama, there is lonely I am.

It was a moment in which he felt a desperate need to believe in a God that shepherded his own creations. But, even praying, he felt a twinge of self-reproach, and knew he might start mocking his own prayer at any second. Somehow, though, he managed to ignore his iconoclastic self and went on praying anyway. Because he wanted the dog, because he needed the dog.

I think we're yearning for something beyond the every day. And I will tell you I don't believe in the supernatural, I believe in the supernormal. To me there is nothing that goes against nature. If it seems incomprehensible, it's only because we haven't been able to understand it yet.

To be half of one can only be a torment when the other half is gone.

He hungered for peace and there was no peace. Terror was his only food.

If I could die now, he thought; peacefully, gently, without a tremor or a crying out. If I could be with her. If I could believe I would be with her. His

The agony of being earthbound can be indescribable. I'm sure the memory still haunts.