Quotes About Yearning

Life is a banquet, and most poor sons-of-bitches are starving to death.

I can't get no satisfaction…I can't get no girl reaction.

By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.

Stay, O sweet, and do not rise!The light that shines comes from thine eyes;The day breaks not: it is my heart,Because that you and I must part.Stay, or else my joys will die,And perish in their infancy.

My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.

There is a tavern in the town,And there my true love sits him down,And drinks his wine with laughter and with glee,And never, never thinks of me.

Within you I lose myself... Without you I find myself Wanting to be lost again.

Oh that my words were now written! oh that they were printed in a book!

I dropped a tear in the ocean. The day you find it is the day I will stop missing you.

Thou hast given him his heart's desire.

Return, return, O Shulamite.

My soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is.

Many prophets and kings have desired to see those things which ye see, and have not seen them; and to hear those things which ye hear, and have not heard them.

As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God.

Deep calleth unto deep.

Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I fly away, and be at rest.

Jerusalem, my happy home,When shall I come to thee?When shall my sorrows have an end?Thy joys when shall I see?

And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I fly away, and be at rest.

My love for you is mixed throughout my body…So hurry to see your lady,like a stallion on the track,or like a falcon swooping down to its papyrus marsh.Heaven sends down the love of heras a flame falls in the hay.

To the hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet.

"A bed, a bed," Clerk Saunders said,"A bed for you and me!""Fye na, fye na," said may Margaret,"Till anes we married be!"

O waly, waly, up the bank,And waly, waly, doun the brae,And waly, waly, yon burnside,Where I and my Love wont to gae!

Her bosom heaved, and she was just the guy to do it.

A shell screams over the house. He thinks: I only want to sit here with her for a thousand hours.