Quotes About Yearning

Because dead people are just like you and me, they still want things. They look at us all the time, and they miss being alive. We have taste and color and smell and feelings, and they don't have any of those things. They stare at us, they don't miss anything. They really see what's going on, and we hardly ever really see that. We're too busy thinking about things and getting everything wrong, so we miss ninety percent of what's happening.

Why should I hide That he is still my heart's desire More than all the world.   A furnace blast Of love has melted my heart Without his love, it can beat no more.

I really wanted to talk to her. I just couldn't find an algorithm that fit.

Walking, working, barely breathing My thoughts, far away Heart aching, mind racing Sleep does not come easily, nor last long....

I feed my heart with sighs, that's all it asks, I live on tears, I think I'm born to weep; I don't complain of that, since in my state weeping is sweeter than you might believe.

Al' iako ja sam stvor sazdan od zemlje, uporna mi ?ežnja potje?e sa zvijezda." VII

Your Homer is here with me; mute or rather in fact deaf am I, in front of him. But I am happy to gaze upon him and often hug him and, sighing, say, 'Great man, how I would love to hear you!

Fakat ke?ke futbol oynasaym???m; belki de baca??m? Nüzhet'in a?k? kadar yormazd?.

Gelmesinden ba?ka ?ifam yoktur. Gelmezse, yeryüzünde hiç bir güzel canl? ve enteresan ?eyin beni oyalayamayaca??n? dü?ünmenin verdi?i bir ümitsizlik de?heti içinde yerime oturur, gözlerimi buzlu camlar?n yar? karanl?k zemininde oynayan kaderin par?lt?lar?na dikerim.

Ararsa yokum. Ben bir rüyay?m art?k. Arzu ile tekrar görülemem. Haf?zas?nda yadigâr?m.

?nsan?n varla?ma hamlesinden ebedilik hayali ve ne?esi do?ar. Bu özleyi? bütün cesaretini imkandan almaktad?r. ?nsan mümkün olmayan ?eyi istemek için kendini yormaz ve paralamaz.

Selma'n?n bana verdi?i en kuvvetli his,merak ve kin oldu. Biraz da korku, fakat arzu de?il.

Susmaya devam etti. Uzun bir sükut. Dakikalar geçiyor. Her an birbirimizden biraz daha uzakla??yorduk. Konu?ursak, birbirimize bunu hissettirmekten ba?ka bir ?eye yaramayacak. Bunun için susuyoruz. Ne onda bu büyük mesafeyi atlatmak ve ötekinin yan?na varmak iste?i, ne bende kuvveti vard?. Bu sessizlik içinde zaman aram?zdan bir dü?man gibi geçiyor.

Ben de gülümsedim ve ç?lg?n bir sevinçle hâdisenin üstüne aban?yor, gayr-i hakikî bir nokta ar?yordum; fakat bir kere, inanman?n ?ehveti ba?lad?ktan sonra, hakikat oldu?una iman edilen ?eyi bütün i?tiyaklar?yla kucakl?yan insanlar gibi sevinçten ç?ld?r?yordum, kuruntumun utanc?n? duymayacak kadar mes'uttum.

?air de?ilim ki... sana ne söyleyeyim? Bülbül, çiçek, deniz, ay... bunlar? da m? istemezsin? S. 238

Fakat bir taraftan da be?eri ihtiraslar?m?zda yenildikçe tabiat? özledi?imizi, ondan biraz kuvvet al?nca yeniden büyük kavgaya giri?ece?imizi anlam?yor de?ildim ve...

Marksizmin ilmini sevmez, fakat ruhunu severdi. Asla gerçekle?miyece?ini bildi?i büyük emellerinden biri de bu ruhu o ilmihalden kurtarmakt?: Bir sat?r?n? yazmad??? ne eserler tasarlam??t?. T?ptan felsefeye atlay???n?n sebeplerinden biri bu arzu idi, felsefede kalamay???n?n sebeplerinden biri de bu iradesizlik.

with the great love of the unknown and vast dreams of dominion and power

When Cindy left Richard that day, she felt truly alive for the first time. As she flew back to Los Angeles, she thought about moving to San Francisco so she could be closer to Richard; for the first time she realized why she had left her husband and Portland, Oregon: she felt that being with Richard, as near to him as possible, "was my destiny.

Ali sada brzam. Pri?e imaju po?etak, trebale bi ?ak imati i sredinu, ali nikad nisam siguran imaju li pri?e kao što je ova doista i kraj; barem ga ne?e biti dok se god osje?am ovako zbog žene koju nisam Vidio, niti dodirnuo, niti govorio s njom ve? tisu?u godina.

I wouldn't mind seeing China if I could come back the same day.

I have wished you something None of the others would....

O world, Your love, your chances, are beyond the stretch Of any hand from here! And so, unreal, A touching dream to which we all are lulled But wake from separately.

In everyone there sleeps A sense of life lived according to love. To some it means the difference they could make By loving others, but across most it sweeps As all they might have done had they been loved. That nothing cures. An immense slackening ache, As when, thawing, the rigid landscape weeps, Spreads slowly through them — — Philip Larkin, from "Faith Healing," The Complete Poems of Philip Larkin , ed. Archie Burnett (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2012)