Quotes About Yearning

Leave me alone, let me have at least one night when I don't cry myself to sleep with eyes burning and my head pounding. Let me get away, away from everything, away from this world!

I long to ride a bike, dance, whistle, look at the world, feel young and know that I'm free, and yet I can't let it show.

I wonder if it's because I haven't been able to poke my nose outdoors for so long that I've grown so crazy about everything to do with Nature?

Whenever someone comes in from outside, with the wind in their clothes and the cold on their cheeks, I feel like burying my head under the blankets to keep from thinking, "When will we be allowed to breathe fresh air again?

When will we be allowed to breathe fresh air again?

Peter Wessel and Peter Van Daan have grown into one Peter, who is beloved and good, and for whom I long desperately.

times like these, Father, Mother and Margot don't matter to me in the least. I wander from room to room, climb up and down the stairs and feel like a songbird whose wings have been ripped off and who keeps hurling itself against the bars of its dark cage. 'Let me out, where there's fresh air and laughter!' a voice within me cries. I don't even bother to reply any more, but lie down on the divan.

No one understands me! This phrase is part of me, and as unlikely as it may seem, there's a kernel of truth in it. Sometimes I'm so deeply buried under self-reproaches that I long for a word of comfort to help me dig myself out again. If only I had someone who took my feelings seriously. Alas, I haven't' yet found that person, so the search must go on.

My longing to talk to someone became so intense that somehow or other I took it into my head to choose Peter.

Let me out, where there's fresh air and laughter! a voice within me cries.

I'm in a state of utter confusion, don't know what to read, what to write, what to do. I only know that I'm longing for something...

parecer no me falta nada, salvo la amiga del alma. Con

wander from room to room, climb up and down the stairs and feel like a songbird whose wings have been ripped off and who keeps hurling itself against the bars of its dark cage.

He still blushes every evening when he gets his good-night kiss, and then begs for another one. Am I merely a better substitute

Then I fall asleep with a stupid feeling of wishing to be different from what I am or from what I want to be;

You can be lonely even when you're loved by many people, since you're still not anybody's one and only.

Now I live only for Peter

You can be lonely even when you're loved by many people, since you're still not anybody's "one and only.

Let me get away, away from everything, away from this world.

If only I had a girlfriend!

Yo, como tú, ansío tener un poco de aire y de libertad, pero creo que nos han dado compensación de sobra por estas carencias. Quiero decir, compensación por dentro.

For twenty years I have ached to go back home, when there was nobody there to whom I could return.

And that almost everyone was struggling to wake up, to be loved, and not feel so afraid all the time. That's what the cars, degrees, booze, and drugs were about.

What I know I wish I didn't. What I'd give anything to know, I have to wait and see.