Quotes About Yearning

I want in fact more of you. In my mind I am dressing you with light; I am wrapping you up in blankets of complete acceptance and then I give myself to you. I long for you; I who usually long without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.

You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart; imagine my heartbeat when you are in this state.

Was he an animal, that music could move him so? He felt as if the way to the unknown nourishment he longed for were coming to light.

Please — consider me a dream.

I can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.

I long for you; I who usually longs without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.

So eager are our people to obliterate the present.

There has never been a time in which I have been convinced from within myself that I am alive. You see, I have only such a fugitive awareness of things around me that I always feel they were once real and are now fleeting away. I have a constant longing, my dear sir, to catch a glimpse of things as they may have been before they show themselves to me. I feel that they were calm and beautiful. It must be so, for I often hear people talking about them as though they were.

Since I met you, I've felt abandoned without your nearness; your nearness is all I ever dream of, the only thing.

I'm a cage, in search of a bird.

And I leave my post of observation and find I have had enough of this outside life; I feel that there is nothing more that I can learn here, either now or at any time. And I long to say a last goodbye to everything up here, to go down into my burrow never to return again, let things take their course, and not try to retard them with my profitless vigils.

There they lay, but not in the forgetfulness of the previous night. She was seeking and he was seeking, they raged and contorted their faces and bored their heads into each others bosom in the urgency of seeking something, and their embraces and their tossing limbs did not avail to make them forget, but only reminded them of what they sought

I mustn't look at you too much, or I won't be able to take my eyes off you at all.

No, I didn't imagine my being alone with you the way you do. If I want the impossible, I want it in its entirety. Entirely alone, dearest, I wanted us to be entirely alone on this earth, entirely alone under the sky, and to lead my life, my life that is yours, without distraction and with complete concentration, in you.

I am fond of lovers but I cannot love, I am too far away, am banished

I am away from home and must always write home, even if any home of mine has long since floated away into eternity.

My writing was all about you; all I did there, after all, was to bemoan what I could not bemoan upon your breast.

There are times when my longing for you overwhelms me […] so often I can think of you only with teeth clenched.

Was he an animal if music could captivate him so? It seemed to him that he was being shown the way to the unknown nourishment he had been yearning for.

Always only the desire to die and the not-yet-yielding; this alone is love.

I have this vision: That I would finally come and find you. Scattered pieces of distance would not stand in my way. Not needing words; the barest of glimpses would suffice for you and me.

I'm not in the right place - alas, I cannot rid myself of the feeling that I'm not in the right place.

The tremendous world I have inside my head. But how [to] free myself and free it without being torn to pieces. And a thousand times [I'd] rather be torn to pieces than rather it in me or bury it. That, indeed, is why I am here, that is quite clear to me.

The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired. Only after death, only in solitude, does a man's true nature emerge. In death, as on the chimney sweep's Saturday night, the soot gets washed from his body.