Quotes About Yearning

You don't like this quite country life?" inquired Mrs. Condiment. "No; no better than I do a quiet country grave-yard. I don't want to return to dust before my time, I tell you," said Cap, yawning dismally over her work.

The three saddest things are the ill wanting to be well, the poor wanting to be rich, and the constant traveler saying 'anywhere but here'.

You smell heavenly. I slept on your side of your side of the bed because your pillow smells of you.

I'd like to bite that lip.

I don't know how to make peace with things, were each moment to tear itself away from time to give me a kiss.

I swear from the bottom of my heart I want to be healed. I want to be like other men, not this outcast whom nobody wants.

Maurice and Alec still roam the greenwood.

He stretched out his hands as he sang, sadly, because all beauty is sad…The poem had done no 'good' to anyone, but it was a passing reminder, a breath from the divine lips of beauty, a nightingale between two worlds of dust. Less explicit than the call to Krishna, it voiced our loneliness nevertheless, our isolation, our need for the Friend who never comes yet is not entirely disproved.

Conversation was tedious; she wanted something big, and she believed that it would have come to her on the windswept platform of an electric tram.

I since cricket match do long to talk with one of my arms around you, then place both arms round you and share with you, the above now seems sweeter to me than words can say.

The ethereal past had blinded him, and the highest happiness he could dream was a return to it.

He longed for smut, but heard little and contributed less, and his chief indecencies were solitary.

She had a strong, if erroneous, conviction of her own futility, and wished she had never come out of her backwater, where nothing happened except art and literature, and where no one ever got married or succeeded in remaining engaged.

Oh, hang it all! what's the good—I mean, the good of living in a room for ever? There one goes on day after day, same old game, same up and down to town, until you forget there is any other game. You ought to see once in a way what's going on outside, if it's only nothing particular after all.

Her excitement grew as she tried to cut the rope that fastened Leonard to the earth. Woven of bitter experience, it resisted her.

Amaba a los hombres y siempre los había amado. Ansiaba abrazarlos, mezclar con el de ellos su ser. Ahora que había perdido al hombre que correspondía a su amor, admitía aquello.

Men yearn for poetry though they may not confess it; they desire that joy shall be graceful and sorrow august and infinity have a form...

I shall want to live, I tell you.

All of us, even the sophisticated, yearn for permanence, and to the unsophisticated permanence is the chief excuse for a work of art.

But though she spent nearly seven lire, the gates of liberty seemed still unopened.

But all that night his body yearned for Alec's, despite him.

When I think what life is, and how seldom love is answered by love?—Marry him; it is one of the moments for which the world was made.

As you came through the wood I saw that nothing else mattered. I called. I wanted to live and have my chance of joy.

Me besarás?— dijo Maurice, mientras los gorriones despertaban sobre ellos en los aleros, y lejos, en los bosques, los palomos comenzaban a arrullarse.