Quotes About Yearning

Within you I lose myself. Without you I find myself wanting to become lost again.

Western wind, when will thou blow, The small rain down can rain? Christ, if my love were in my arms And I in my bed again!

In the same way you pick idly at chips, promising this is literally your last one, you may be in a relationship that you know isn't going anywhere, but you're hungry for love, and it feels less frightening than nothing.

Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me, and drench me in loneliness.

I know that I always wanted things. I was always proud of my people, proud of my home, but I always wanted more. I think most people do.

It could be that people just want to be connected to something that's bigger than they are that can't be proven. I don't know, I don't think that's it.

MEGARA: You love the light so much? AMPHITRYION: I do, I love its hopes.

Ojalá cobraran voz mis brazos, y mis manos, y mi pelo, y mis pies, por el arte de Dédalo o de algún dios, para agarrarse todos de tus rodillas, conjurándote con llanto y con palabras de todas las clases.

I am in love, it seems, with what cannot be

Speak to me, wood pigeon. I need your voice.

For an instant she felt his touch on her cheek then he stepped back. There that was my ration for all eternity. People have died for less I dare say.

For too long I had existed, not really going anywhere and not standing still. I just lived, always in search of something that seemed just out of my range of vision.

I don't want to die, he thought. I haven't lived yet.

Wanting to fall in love and being totally unable to trust, hungering for connection and always finding it claustrophobic.

It's awful to think that I shall probably never, as long as I live, see you dancing like that again all by yourself.

perhaps all our lovers are merely hints and symbols; vagabond languages scrawled on gate-posts and paving stones along the weary road that others have trampled before us; perhaps you and I are types and this sadness which sometimes falls between us springs from disappointment in our search, each straining through and beyond each other, snatching a glimpse now and then of the shadow which turns the corner always a pace or two ahead of us.

Ta näis sõnatult ütlevat: Vaadake mind. Ma olen oma panuse andnud. Ma olen kaunis. See minu ilu on midagi täiesti ebatavalist. Ma olen loodud inimeste rõõmuks. Aga mis ma ise sellest saan? Kus on minu tasu? See oligi viimase kümne aasta peamine muutus; ja see tegelikult oligi tema tasu - see teda igavesti saatev nõiduslik nukrus, mis läks otse südamesse ja võttis sõnad suust; see andis tema ilule täiuse.

I'm p-paralyzed with happiness. - She laughed again, as if she said something very witty, and held my hand for a moment, looking up into my face, promising that there was no one in the world she so much wanted to see. That was a way she had.

the room had grown smothery. He wanted to be out in some cool and bitter breeze, miles above the cities, and to live serene and detached back in the corners of his mind

Then it had not been merely the stars to which he had aspired to that June night.

I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others--young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.

He looked at her the way all women want to be looked at by a man.

His heart beat faster and faster as Daisy's white face came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed like a flower and the incarnation was complete.

Ah, she cried, you look so cool. Their eyes met, and they stared together at each other, alone in space. With an effort she glanced down at the table. You always look so cool, she repeated. She had told him that she loved him, and Tom Buchanan saw.