Quotes About Yearning

I shall forget before the flickers mate Your look that is today my east and west.

They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.

And what are you that, missing you, I should be kept awake As many nights as there are days With weeping for your sake? And what are you that, missing you, As many days as crawl I should be listening to the wind And looking at the wall? I know a man that's a braver man And twenty men as kind, And what are you, that you should be The one man in my mind? Yet women's ways are witless ways, As any sage will tell,— And what am I, that I should love So wisely and so well?

I would kiss you, had I the courage.

Y lo peor (en realidad no sé si es lo peor, o es igual de malo que todo lo que llevo escrito hasta acá) es que no tengo con quien hablarlo, y eso me hace sentir solo. Estar enamorado de una mujer y no poder hacer nada al respecto es terrible. Pero estar enamorado de esa mujer y encima tener que callarlo, y hacer como que no pasa nada, y mirar a otra parte cada vez que uno la tiene al otro lado de la mesa y se muere por mirarla...

The sea – it is as incomprehensible as existence – it is incomprehensible as death – as eternal as longing.

At that moment I was ready to forsake my other home, forsake my mother and father and little sister and all my friends, and spend the rest of my life in the desert eating cactus for lunch, drinking blood at cocktail time, and letting the ferocious sun flay me skin and soul. I'd gladly have traded parents, school, a college education and a career for one dependable saddle hourse. Later that night, of course, alone in bed, the deadly homesickness would strike me faint.

A crude meal, no doubt, but the best of all sauces is hunger.

Standing there, gaping at this monstrous and inhumane spectacle of rock and cloud and sky and space, I feel a ridiculous greed and possessiveness come over me. I want to know it all, posess it all, embrace the entire scene intimately, deeply, totally...

Gluttony - that's my vice & curse. I want too much of everything. Books... Love... Music... Color & Form... Philosophy... Travel & Adventure... the result of this bestial lust is the indiscriminate and promiscuous splaying of my energies - wanting all, I accomplish nothing; desiring everything, I satisfy nothing and am satisfied by nothing.

There's beauty, heartbreaking beauty, everywhere. But when I think of where I want most to be, finally, it's the old hot dusty eyeball-searing head-aching skin-blistering throat-parching boot-burning bloody goddamned desert again. Why?

the best of all sauces is hunger

There's nobody doesn't want something.

So I learned not only that your loved one may be forbidden you, given away to someone else, but also that though you love someone they may run from you, and you may open your arms but they shall not come in.

Per questo, nel giorno della maniglia perduta, indugiavo con la faccia accostata alla finestra rotta, fantasticando su tutta quella gente dall'altro lato dei cumuli, chiedendomi se sarei mai riuscito a spingermi fino alla città laggiù, Forlichingham, a Londra, immaginando che ci fosse qualcuno dietro tutta quella gente, qualcuno che potesse apprezzarmi. «C'è qualcuno,» sussurrai, «c'è qualcuno lì? Chi sei? Come sei fatto?»

For the first time in more than thirty years, Nicholas wanted the company of his blood—not the amicable converse of friendship, not the parley of a lover, but the marrow-talk of kin and consanguinity

Next year in Jerusalem!

Someone, somewhere, wants a letter from you.

Hit's a lot worse to be soul-hungry than to be body-hungry.

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child,A long ways from home,A long ways from home.

I never knew until that moment how bad it could hurt to lose something you never really had.

The voice of the wild goose,caught by the bait, cries out.Love of you holds me back,and I can't loosen it at all….I did not set my traps today;love of you has thus entrapped me.

I wooed her in the wintertimeAnd in the summer too;And the only, only thing I did that was wrongWas to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew.