Quotes About Yearning

Uske apne hi nahi chahte teh uski khusi woh ladki aakhir kehti rahi, Mujhe jaane do

Yeh jo mujhko paane ki talab hain tumhari Mujhe paakar tum badal jaaoge

It can never be satisfied, the mind, never.

Next to love is the desire for love.

Sigh for me, night-wind, in the noisy leaves of the oak. / I am tired. Sleep for me, heaven over the hill. / Shout for me, loudly and loudly, joyful sun, when you rise.

If sex were all, then every trembling hand Could make us squeak, like dolls, the wished-for words.

Desiring the exhilarations of changes: The motive for metaphor, shrinking from The weight of primary noon ...

He heard her low accord, Half prayer and half ditty, And He felt a subtle quiver, That was not heavenly love, Or pity. This is not writ In any book.

The greatest poverty is not to live In a physical world, to feel that one's desire Is too difficult to tell from despair.

The mind can never be satisfied.

She touched me once And life then stopped. She held my hand, My frog heart hopped. She left my mouth And formed a smile With lips that promised: "In a while." I look, I hope, I stand, a dunce— Where is the one who touched me once?

I am she who adorn'd herself and folded her hair expectantly,My truant lover has come, and it is dark.

The stars refuse to come closer the way they have other nights. He squints harder. They just shimmer and float farther away.

I need love more than ever now ... I need your love, I need love more than hope or money, wisdom or drink Because slow negative death withers the world - and only yes can turn the tide

Along with anger, God makes a second response to our guilt. Anger at the throne is compounded by God's utter anguish at having hoped and been betrayed, at having yearned and failed. The

Yes, after all, this by now was his customary loneliness: there was little else he desired for the present than the hospitality of the dark.

Wherever your heart rests There I will live and be blessed I've tried to line up the things I Needed to say but now my feelings just Tumble from me. I am half foolish, Half drunk with wanting you With wanting to take your hand And leap into the darkness of whatever Life will bring. Love makes me Brave and without love I'm made Nothing.

The movie is more real in so many ways than the life I am leading. No, that's not true. I just desperately wish this was only a movie.

On the streets of the city They have taken my Who-I-Am As well as my What-I-Was And now I am desperate for them both Again

Dedicated to all boys and girls who love horses but never have had one of their own

I hate it!" he said. "I don't want to be human anymore." "Neither do I," she said. "It's not a good place to be.

You long for a windfall that will let you quit and pursue your great hobby

People always covet what they themselves do not possess.

Sometimes, in the course of my hopeless quest, I would pick up and dip into one of the ordinary books that lay strewn around the castle. Whenever I did, it seemed so insipid and insubstantial that I flew into a rage and hurled it at the wall after reading the first few sentences. I was spoilt for any other form of literature, and the mental torment I endured was comparable to the agony of unrequited love compounded by the withdrawal symptoms associated with a severe addiction.