Quotes About Yearning

I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be. I know it's crazy.

Amar es dar lo que no se tiene

Stevenson, though, Was soon enough reduced to the timeless lamentations of the I-Matang on an atoll: "I think I could shed tears over a dish of turnips," he wrote in a letter. And elsewhere: "I had learned to welcome shark's fresh for a variety; and a mountain, an onion, an Irish potato or beefsteak, had long had been long lost to sense and dear to aspiration.

All love is unrequited. All of it.

What strained and anxious lives dogs must lead, so emotionally involved in the world of men, whose affections they strive endlessly to secure, whose authority they are expected unquestioningly to obey, and whose minds they can never do more than imperfectly reach and comprehend.

[Spoken by Gollum:] Where iss it, where iss it: my Precious, my Precious? It's ours, it is, and we wants it.

The gratification of desire is not happiness.

She longed for a letter that was for her and her alone, a letter which would give her some glimpse into his heart.

We all dream / isn't that the point?

If he had to wish, what would he wish for, he asked himself. What was there to wish for... a wish asked for the unattainable. The impossible.

He used to tell himself although he knew it wasn't true that the air around her house was different because it was near to her.

Come back Kareen you'll choke you'll fill up like I'm filling up. You'll go down Kareen watch out please watch out. Come back Kareen. You're gone. You weren't even there.

But he would like to feel that he was breathing the same air she breathed that he was in the same country she was in.

They died crying in their minds like little babies. They forgot the thing they were fighting for the thing they were dying for. They thought about things a man can understand. They died yearning for the face of a friend. They died whimpering for the voice of a mother a father a wife a child. They died with their hearts sick for one more look at the place where they were born please god just one more look.

Can you believe it's been over seventeen years since I've touched snow? Since I've heard that soft, comforting sound it makes as it crunches beneath your boots? It won't be much longer. I can feel it in my bones. Soon I'll have snow again. I'll stand in it and look up at the stars until I can no longer feel my feet.

You know when you've found it that's something I've learned, cause you feel it when they take it away.

Even in one's most physical moments, the real craving was for love.

Perhaps we are cursed,' Karkasy told the empty fane, 'to crave something which does not exist. There are no gods, no spirits, no daemons. So we make them up, to comfort ourselves.

Pherhaps we are cursed', Karkasy told the empty fane, 'to crave something which does not exist. There are no gods, no spirits, no daemons. So we make them up, to comfort ourselves'.

Perhaps we are cursed," Karkasy told the empty fane, "to crave something which does not exist. There are no gods, no spirits, no daemons. So we make them up, to comfort ourselves.

But the part of ourselves we hate the most is our longing to be wanted and enjoyed.

I had this urge to give Andrea a kiss!

Life is getting more complicated, but it seems the more artificially complex man's affairs become, the more he yearns for the fundamentals, the things of earth." The "boom in birds," Peterson concluded, "seems to be an antidote for the pressures and artificialities of the modern world.

If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world.7 — C. S. Lewis