Quotes About Yearning

Are nothing to the bee; His separation from his rose To him seems misery.

The heaven we chase

Oh Susie, I would nestle close to your warm heart, and never hear the wind blow, or the storm beat, again. Is there any room there for me, or shall I wander away all homeless and alone? Thank you for loving me, darling...

When the Best is gone - I know that other things are not of consequence - The Heart wants what it wants - or else it does not care.

This is my letter to the world That never wrote to me.

And whose 'I'll meet you' hesitates If love inquire, 'Where?

I find myself still softly searching for my delinquent palaces.

Brewed from decades of agony! To think just how the fire will burn, Just how long-cheated eyes will turn

If you were here, and Oh that you were, my Susie, we need not talk at all, our eyes would whisper for us...

I looked in windows, for the wealth I could not hope to own.

This is my letter to the world,     That never wrote to me, —

Do I repine, is it all murmuring, or am I sad and lone, and cannot, cannot help it? Sometimes when I do feel so, I think it may be wrong, and that God will punish me by taking you away; for he is very kind to let me write to you, and to give me your sweet letters, but my heart wants more.

Ma Rivière coule vers Toi - Mer bleue - Veux-tu m'accueillir ? Ma Rivière attend une réponse. Ô Mer - montre-toi bienveillante ! J'irai te chercher des Ruisseaux Dans des vallons diaprés - Allez Mer - tu me prends ?

Who never wanted, ? maddest joy Remains to him unknown ; The banquet of abstemiousness Surpasses that of wine. Within its hope, though yet ungrasped Desire's perfect goal, No nearer, lest reality Should disenthrall thy soul.

If you were coming in the fall, I'd brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spurn, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year, I'd wind the months in balls, And put them each in separate drawers, Until their time befalls. If only centuries delayed, I'd count them on my hand, Subtracting till my fingers dropped Into Van Diemen's land. If certain, when this life was out, That yours and mine should be, I'd toss it yonder like a rind, And taste eternity.

it's funny how you can't exactly pick your crush. well, you can, but once it get hold of you, it's hard to shake off.

it occured to her that kissing and being kissed were two different things. and being kissed by someone you've really wanted to is something else again.

she thinks about lying in here with alex, of the tangle of arms and rope, or lips.

Don't you wish we could pick the people we love? Yeah, I say. Or just make the people we love want the same things we want.

you'd do anything to get a soul mate back, right?… I mean, that's the nature of soul mates.

He was my escape, and sometimes that can feel an awful lot like love.

did I ever stop loving him the way you're supposed to stop loving everyone but the one you're with?

I don't love him, period. I didn't love him before this. I cared about him. And I wanted to love him. Maybe I could have grown to love him. But those feelings just weren't there. I liked the idea of him. It was exciting. He was exciting. Too exciting.

I close my eyes, inhale, and feel a rush of heat and energy that takes my breath away. It is the feeling of wanting something so much that it borders on an actual need, and the power and urgency of this need overwhelms me.