Quotes About Yearning

I cannot live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf

Wild Nights—Wild Nights! Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile—the winds— To a heart in port— Done with the compass— Done with the chart! Rowing in Eden— Ah, the sea! Might I but moor— Tonight— In thee!

Till I loved I never liked enough.

A charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld,— The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled. But peers beyond her mesh, And wishes, and denies,— Lest interview annul a want That image satisfies.

I miss you, mourn for you, and walk the streets alone- often at night, beside, I fall asleep in tears, for your dear face, yet not one word comes back to me. If it is finished, tell me, and I will raise the lid to my box of Phantoms, and lay one more love in; but if it lives and beats still, still lives and beats for me, then say so, and I will strike the strings to one more strain of happiness before I die.

Your absence insanes me so-- I do not feel so peaceful, when you are gone from me.

Oh my darling one, how long you wander from me, how weary I grow of waiting and looking, and calling for you; sometimes I shut my eyes, and shut my heart towards you, and try hard to forget you because you grieve me so, but you'll never go away, oh you never will.

Her breast is fit for pearls, But I was not a Diver - Her brow is fit for thrones But I have not a crest, Her heart is fit for home- I- a Sparrow- build there Sweet of twigs and twine My perennial nest.

I need you more and more, and the great world grows wider, and dear ones fewer and fewer, every day that you stay away. My heart goes wandering around and calls for Susie...My heart is full of you; none other than you are in my thoughts, yet when I seek to say to you something not for the world, words fail me. If you were here, we need not talk at all for our eyes would whisper for us and, your hand fast in mine, we would not ask for language.

MY river runs to thee: Blue sea, wilt welcome me? My river waits reply. Oh sea, look graciously! I 'll fetch thee brooks From spotted nooks,— Say, sea, Take me!

Sweet hour, blessed hour, to carry me to you, and to bring you back to me, long enough to snatch one kiss, and whisper goodbye again.

The spreading wide my narrow Hands To gather Paradise.

The days will have more hours while you are gone away.

Hunger is a way Of standing outside windows The entering takes away.

Water, is taught by thirst.

I need you more and more, and the great world grows wider, and dear ones fewer and fewer, every day that you stay away --

After you went, a low wind warbled through the house like a spacious bird, making it high but lonely. When you had gone the love came. I supposed it would. The supper of the heart is when the guest has gone.

Home is so far from home.

My river runs to thee: Blue sea, wilt welcome me? My river waits reply. Oh sea, look graciously! I'll fetch thee brooks From spotted nooks, — Say, sea, Take me!

The heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain.

I never hear the word «escape» Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude! I never hear of prisons broad By soldiers battered down, But I tug childish at my bars Only to fail again!

So we must meet apart— You there—I—here With just the Door ajar That Oceans are—and Prayer— And that White Sustenance— Despair— — Emily Dickinson, from "I Cannot Live with You," The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (Little,Brown and Company, 1960)

Nor was I hungry - so I found That Hunger - was a way Of Persons outside Windows The Entering - takes away.

I tell you, it is a Suffering, to have a sea - no care how Blue - between your Soul, and you.