Quotes About Yearning

When I say to the Moment flying; 'Linger a while -- thou art so fair!' Then bind me in thy bonds undying, And my final ruin I will bear!

from desire I rush to satisfaction; from satisfaction I leap to desire.

Please send me your last pair of shoes, worn out with dancing as you mentioned in your letter, so that I might have something to press against my heart.

Grant me one hour on love's most sacred shores To clasp the bosom that my soul adores, Lie heart to heart and merge my soul with yours.

Poetry, dreams, desire, everything leads me to you.

Does not man lack the force at the very point where he needs it most? And when he soars upward in joy, or sinks down in suffering, is not checked in both, is he not returned again to the dull, cold sphere of awareness, just when he was longing to lose himself in the fullness of the infinite.

Life seems so vulgar, so easily content with the commonplace things of every day, and yet it always nurses and cherishes certain higher claims in secret, and looks about for the means of satisfying them.

Duas almas, oh! moram dentro do meu peito, E aí lutam por um indivisível reino; Uma aspira pela terra, com vontade apaixonada Às íntimas entranhas ainda está ligada. Acima das névoas, a outro aspira, de certeza, Com ardor sagrado por esferas onde reine a pureza

The hands want to see, the eyes want to caress.

Ay de mí! Este vacío, este horrible vacío que siente mi alma... Muchas veces me digo: "Si pudiera un momento, uno solo estrecharla contra mi corazón, todo este vacío se llenaría.

A vast dawning entirety lies before the soul, our senses lose themselves in it as do our eyes and oh! we long to make the oblation of all our being and to be filled utterly with the bliss of a single large and glorious feeling.—And oh! when we hurry after it, when There becomes Here, all is as it was and we stand in our poverty, in our narrowness, and the soul in us parches for the elusive freshening.

One hundred times have I been on the point of embracing her. Heavens! What a torment it is to see so much loveliness passing and repassing before us, and yet not dare to lay hold of it. And laying hold is the most natural of human instincts. So not children touch everything they see? And I!

Und zuletzt, des Lichts begierig, Bist du Schmetterling verbrannt

I think of you when upon the sea the sun flings her beams. I think of you when the moonlight shines in silvery streams. I see you when upon the distant hills the dust awakes; At night when on a fragile bridge the traveler quakes. I hear you when the billows rise on high, With murmur deep. To tread the silent grove where wander I, When all's asleep.

Siento tantas cosas..., y mi pasión por ella lo devora todo! ¡Tantas cosas! . . . ¡Y sin ella todo se reduce a nada!

Life and death have been lacking in my life.

One's only real life is the life one never leads.

But his kiss was so sweet, and so closely he pressed, that I languished and pined till I granted the rest.

Verily all things move within your being in constant half embrace, the desired and the dreaded, the repugnant and the cherished, the pursued and that which you would escape.

Want and boredom are indeed the twin poles of human life.

When my bed is empty, Makes me feel awful mean and blue. My springs are getting rusty, Living single like I do.

What a dusty answer gets the soul When hot for certainties in this our life!

All my life, my heart has sought a thing I cannot name. Remembered line from a long- forgotten poem

Our life is a gymnasium of desire.... When Christians say "God," what do we wish to express? This word is all that we yearn for."