Quotes About Yearning

so many things I long for have so often been denied

Go, and catch a falling star,Get with child a mandrake root,Tell me, where all past years are,Or who cleft the Devil's foot.Teach me to hear mermaids singing.

Busy old fool, unruly Sun,Why dost thou thus,Through windows, and through curtains call on us?Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run?

Send home my long strayed eyes to me,Which (Oh) too long have dwelt on thee.

Batter my heart, three-person'd God; for youAs yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend.

Oh do not die, for I shall hateAll women so, when thou art gone.

Twice or thrice had I loved thee, Before I knew thy face or name.

The day breaks not: it is my heart.

If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.

Teach me to hear mermaids singing

Batter my heart, three-person'd God; for, you As yet but knocke, breathe, shine, and seeke to mend; That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow mee, 'and bend Your force, to breake, blowe, burn and make me new.

I long to talk with some old lover's ghost Who died before the god of Love was born.

But, O alas! so long, so far, Our bodies why do we forbear?

Twice or thrice had I lov'd thee, Before I knew thy face or name

When thou sigh'st, thou sigh'st not wind, But sigh'st my soul away; When thou weep'st, unkindly kind, My life's blood doth decay. It cannot be That thou lov'st me, as thou say'st, If in thine my life thou waste

I need thy thunder, O my God; thy music will not serve me.

The terrible thing about having New York go stale on you is that there's nowhere else. It's the top of the world.

Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again.

Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.

She knows what it's like to love someone who cannot love you back. Someone who needs you, holds you, yes, but someone who will never know that love is the knife in your heart.

It wasn't that I wanted to know her now. I wanted to have already known her. I wanted her fears and her desires to have shaped my life. I know this is not love, of course. What it is is a queer feeling of nostalgia for an impossible future, for what can never be. That's fantasy. Love is different.

I never wanted this kind of life that Im still living.

All my life, Following Care along the dusty road, Have I looked back on loveliness and sighed.

..all I left with was the magnitude of my mistake, of my missing you. And I have to watch you from this distance, watch you achieve your dreams, live what seemed like this perfect life.