Quotes About Yearning

When I started with music, all I was looking for was to ensure I never had to live the life I grew up with. I wanted a foolproof exemption from pain and boredom. I wanted a life of constant amusement and leisure.

There's a lot of days where you feel forgotten.

Now that I have found someone, I'm feeling more alone... than I ever have before.

I had been out there long enough. I had not seen my family for four years.

I think we were all frustrated with our daily routine.

I guess I'm just a frustrated cowboy.

I'm a frustrated artist.

All of us write wish fulfillment.

Ya te he dicho que eres lo único que cuenta en mi vida. Cuando no estoy contigo te pienso tanto que creo que puedes sentirme.

Bendito sea el día, y el mes, y el año, y la estación, y el tiempo, y la hora, y el punto, y el encantador pueblo, y el sitio en el cual tus hermosos ojos me encadenaron. Y bendita la dulce agonía de entregarme a ese amor, y el arco y las saetas que me alcanzaron, y las llagas que llegaron a lo más profundo de mi corazón. Benditas sean las palabras que esparcí cantando el nombre de mi amada, y los suspiros, y las lágrimas y el deseo.

Me la llevo porque la quiero pa'mí. La quiero como mi mujer.

But what she was really trying to say was this: I like music better than anything in the world, after you.

It is a queer world and fantastic world. Why can't people have what they want?

She asked herself the eternal question – and she knew it to be the eternal question – whether no man and woman can ever leave it at the beautiful inclination.

He thought about her deliberately. Hard. Nothing happened. He thought of her fair, undistinguished, fresh face that made your heart miss a beat when you thought about it. His heart missed a beat. Obedient heart! Like the first primrose. Not any primrose. The first primrose.

The man looked down at his feet. Tietjens said to himself that it was Valentine Wannop doing this to him. He ought to turn the man down at once. He was pervaded by a sense of her being. It was imbecile. Yet it was so.

We talked of it, of course, but I guess Florence got all she wanted out of one look at a place. She had the seeing eye. I haven't, unfortunately, so that the world is full of places to which I want to return.

From time to time we shall get up and go to the door and look out at the great moon and say: 'Why, it is nearly as bright as in Provence!' And then we shall come back to the fireside, with just the touch of a sigh because we are not in that Provence where even the saddest stories are gay.

Why can't people have what they want? the things were all there to content everybody. Yet everybody has the wrong thing.

The beastly Huns! They stood between him and Valentine Wannop. If they would go home he could be sitting talking to her for whole afternoons. That was what a young woman was for. You seduced a young woman in order to be able to finish your talks with her. You could not do that without living with her. You could not live with her without seducing her; but that was the by-product. The point is that you can't otherwise talk.

It is a queer and fantastic world. Why can't people have what they want? The things were all there to content everybody; yet everybody has the wrong thing.

I have lost the consolation of faith/ though not the ambition to worship

At which point I grew old and it was like ripping open the beehive with my hands again. At which point I conceived a realm more real than life. At which point there was at least some possibility. Some possibility, in which I didn't believe, of being with her once more.

What a fool she was ever to have imagined that there might be some place in the world where she could sink to the earth with the knowledge that there were people round her who understood, who perhaps even admired and loved her! She was fated to carry loneliness about with her as a leper carries his scabs. 'No one can do anything for me: no one can do anything against me.