Quotes About Yearning

The burden of intelligence: you can always imagine all those wonderful places where you can never belong.

But we're all greedy to some extent.

Each night I lie and dream about the one Who kissed me and awakened my desire I spent a single hour with him alone And since that hour, my days are layed with fire.

Is it Rilla-my-Rilla?' he asked, meaningly. Emotion shook rilla from head to foot. Joy-happiness-sorrow-fear. every passion that had wrung her heart in those four long years seemed to surge up in her soul for a moment as the deeps of being were stirred. She had tried to speak; at first voice would not come. THen 'Yeth' said Rilla.

You see, she concluded miserably, when I can call like that to him across space--I belong to him. He doesn't love me--he never will--but I belong to him.

Fairyland is the loveliest word because it means everything the human heart desires.

She had never before minded being alone. Now she dreaded it. When she was alone now she felt so dreadfully alone.

She had always envied the wind. So free. Blowing where it listed. Through the hills. Over the lakes. What a tang, what a zip it had! What a magic of adventure!

it's so dreadful to have nothing to love — life is so empty — and there's nothing worse than emptiness…

It doesn't seem FAIR, said Anne rebelliously. Babies are born and live where they are not wanted-where they will be neglected-where they have no chance. I would have loved my baby so-and cared for it tenderly-and tried to give her every chance for good. And yet I wasn't allowed to keep her.

I wish I were dead, or that it were tomorrow night,' groaned Phil.

She told herself that she longed greatly to go back to those dear merry days when life was seen through a rosy mist of hope and illusion, and possessed an indefinable something that had passed away forever. Where was it now--the glory and the dream?

If only she were a boy, speeding in khaki by Carol's side to the western front! She had wished that in a burst of romance when Jem had gone, without perhaps, meaning it. She meant it now. There were moments when waiting at home, in safety and comfort, seemed an unendurable thing.

It wouldn't do to have all our dreams fulfilled. We would be as good as dead if we had nothing left to dream about. - Anne Shirley

Charlotte had never forgotten it - she was always looking for it. An old house facing seaward, ships going up and down. Spruce woods and musty hills, cold salt air from the water, rest, quiet, silence.

but youth yearned to youth.

Anne looked up. Tall and handsome and distinguished-looking—dark, melancholy, inscrutable eyes—melting, musical, sympathetic voice—yes, the very hero of her dreams stood before her in the flesh. He could not have more closely resembled her ideal if he

Isn't it a pity we can't have two husbands? One to look at and one to talk to.

All that supported her through the boredom of her days was the hope of going on a dream spree at night.

There is no use in loving things if you have to be torn from them, is there? And it's so hard to keep from loving things, isn't it?

You see — I've never had any real life. I've just — breathed.

The whitewashed walls were so painfully bare and staring that she thought they must ache over their own bareness.

I never see a ship sailing out of the channel, or a gull soaring over the sand-bar, without wishing I were on board the ship or had wings, not like a dove 'to fly away and be at rest,' but like a gull, to sweep out into the very heart of the storm.

There is no use in loving things if you have to be torn from them, is there?