Quotes About Yearning

With an ache, Karras stared at the bowed and defenseless head. He yearned to be able to take Chris's hand and assure her that all would be well. But he couldn't. He didn't believe it.

I'm so miserable without you, it's almost like you're here.

London is a bad habit one hates to lose.

The face of "evil" is always the face of total need.

But when they seldom come, they wished for come.

Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night; For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new snow upon a raven's back.

Could I come near your beauty with my nailsI'd set my ten commandments in your face.

There, at the moated grange, resides this dejected Mariana.

Great with child, and longing… for stewed prunes.

I 'gin to be aweary of the sun,And wish the estate o' the world were now undone.

I do not ask you much:I beg cold comfort.

Take, O take those lips away,That so sweetly were forsworn;And those eyes, the break of day,Lights that do mislead the morn:But my kisses bring again, bring again,Seals of love, but seal'd in vain, seal'd in vain.

O! for a falconer's voice,To lure this tassel-gentle back again.

A still-soliciting eye.

I would fain die a dry death.

The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired.

No sooner met, but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy.

Your heart's desires be with you!

How like a winter hath my absence been.

Now is this golden crown like a deep wellThat owes two buckets filling one another;The emptier ever dancing in the air,The other down, unseen and full of water:That bucket down and full of tears am I,Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high.

Clean starved for a look.

It were all oneThat I should love a bright particular starAnd think to wed it, he is so above me.

I would have thee gone;And yet no further than a wanton's bird,Who lets it hop a little from her hand,Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,And with a silk thread plucks it back again,So loving-jealous of his liberty.

Make me a willow cabin at your gate,And call upon my soul within the house.