Quotes About Yearning

Cook, at that moment in time, I would have sold my body for a mocha latte

I am dying. I haven't drunk champagne for a long time.

Terrible thing to live in fear. Brooks Hatlen knew it. Knew it all too well. All I want is to be back where things make sense. Where I won't have to be afraid all the time.

What shall I do with all the days and hours That must be counted ere I see thy face? How shall I charm the interval that lowers Between this time and that sweet time of grace?

Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.

You will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms...

My shadow serves as the friend I crave.

Though you are three times more beautiful than angels, Though you are the sister of the river willows, I will kill you with my singing, Without spilling your blood on the ground. Not touching you with my hand, Not giving you one glance, I will stop loving you, But with your unimaginable groans I will finally slake my thirst. From her, who wandered the earth before me, Crueler than ice, more fiery than flame, From her, who still exists in the ether— From her you will set me free.

And yet I don't seem able to touch on the subjects I'm so longing to bring out into the daylight.

I can't quite recall, or evoke, that strange and powerful feeling that made me yearn to be with him every moment of every day, that made me think "till death do us part" sounded wonderful instead of simply like a very, very long time.

there is a piece of me missing so big that the pain doubles me over, clawing at my gut...

She wants to be someone else, somewhere else, and I can't blame her.

I too wished that death would come and rescue me.

we shouldn't always have what we want: it spoils the best of us, doesn't it?

I gave up hoping...But, still, I would think of him, I would cherish his image in my mind, and treasure every word, look and gesture that memory could retain.

Oh, they have robbed me of the hope My spirit held so dear; They will not let me hear that voice My soul delights to hear. They will not let me see that face I so delight to see; And they have taken all thy smiles, And all thy love from me. Well, let them seize on all they can;- One treasure still is mine,- A heart that loves to think on thee, And feels the worth of thine.

But was there any harm in wishing that, among the many thousands whose souls would certainly be required of them before the year was over, this wretched mortal might be one? I thought not; and therefore I wished with all my heart that it might please Heaven to remove him to a better world, or if that might not be, still, to take him out of this...

I would rather admire you from this distance, fair lady, than be the partner of your home.

You do not know me; you cannot think of me or love me yet; and yet how fervently my heart is knit to yours; how grateful I am for all the joy you give me!

My soul is sick of solitude.

Abscence makes the heart grow fonder.

It was with an agitated burning heart and brain that I hurried homewards, regardless of that scorching noon-day sun - forgetful of everything but her I had just left.

Nothing had happened yet in my life except the need to get out of it.

Then I fall asleep with a stupid feeling of wishing to be different from what I am or from what I want to be; perhaps to behave differently from the way I want to behave or do behave.