Quotes About Yearning

Not likely. Dreams are pretty and usually involve horses or rainbows or castles, or big-

I desired none but her; I wanted none but her. Nothing any longer existed outside or beyond her. Instead of extinguishing the fire of my love, every day possession fanned its flame. I descended further into the burning gulf of her desire each time, and every day I realised more strongly that my entire life would be exhausted seeking to reach its bottom!

If you want a thing--truly want it, want it so badly that you need it as you need air to breathe, then unless you die, you will have it. Why not? It has you. There is no escape. What a cruel and terrible thing escape would be if escape were possible

That which could hunger, could starve.

I can't unfind you," he said.

Akin rested his chin on Iriarte's shoulder and savored the strange pale scents—all pale now.

The stars are free." She shrugs. "I'd rather have the city lights back myself, the sooner the better. But we can afford the stars.

And of course he was flattered that she wanted him. He was human, and no doubt tired of being alone.

I'd rather have the city lights back myself, the sooner the better. But we can afford the stars.

Solitude is the profoundest fact of the human condition. Man is the only being who knows he is alone, and the only one who seeks out another. His nature - if that word can be used in reference to man, who has 'invented' himself by saying 'no' to nature - consists in his longing to realize himself in another. Man is nostalgia and a search for communion. Therefore, when he is aware of himself he is aware of his lack of another, that is, of his solitude.

It is not difficult to gather his meaning. He wished to create the attitude of a newly-awakened soul still lingering amid shadowy dreams of the past, yet bathing in the sweet unconsciousness of a mellow spiritual light, and yearning for the freedom that lay in the expanse beyond.

My life had lost its relish when liberty was gone.

I thought: please don't grow familiar. I think I said it out loud: Please don't let me love you that horrible way.

Every time you wish the sky was something happening to your heart, you lose twice.

Pacing from room to room and in each window a different version of a framed woman unable to rest, set against a sky full of beating wings and abandoned directions. Her five chambered heart filling with the panic of birds, asking: What? What if not this?

Wind against window—let the words fight it out— As I try to remember: What is it That's so late in coming? What was it I understood so well last night, so well it kissed me, Sweetly, on the forehead?

I thought: please don't grow familiar. I think I said it out loud: Please don't let me love you that horrible way. The

III. I take my love to Manita. Swift-boned, green- eyed, dressed in her dark skin and hair, I take my Love in on fire. Manita moans. Manita's hands flow delicate as insects, agile as fish, cool as the shifting water, the night- quiet lake. I take my Love to her hand on fire. She takes my love.

People are always far away.

Sometimes I can't sleep because I miss you all so much. And sometimes I don't think about you at all.

Rozkosz nie jest przyjemno?ci?… - zaczyna?a sennie jego ?ona, gdy D. szuka? na jej ciele klawisza ENTER.

Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravelled, fondly turns to thee; Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.

Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see,My heart untravel'd fondly turns to thee;Still to my brother turns with ceaseless pain,And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.

He felt the pull of investigation and the pull of escape, and swore with frustration.