Quotes About Yearning

anemoia nostalgia for a time you never experienced.

waldosia n. a condition characterized by scanning faces in a crowd looking for a specific person who would have no reason to be there, which is your brain's way of checking to see whether they're still in your life, subconsciously patting its emotional pockets before it leaves for the day.

sitheless adj. feeling wistful upon brushing past a person you once shared a life with-noticing the same touch on the arm, seeing the same smile, hearing the same laugh you used to adore-suddenly all too aware that it's no longer for you, and lo longer carries the meaning it once did.

allope n. a mysterious aura of loneliness you feel in certain places, the palpable weight of all the lonely people secretly holed up in their houses and apartments, with a flickering blue glow cast up on their walls-so many of whom might just want someone to talk to, or want to feel needed, and could be that for each other of only they could somehow connect.

appriesse n. the feeling of loss that you never had the chance to meet a certain person before they died, which compels you to try to get to know them anyway, gathering snapshots and stories to build out a sketch of who they were, learning them like a character in a novel, which makes them feel all the more alive even though you've already skipped ahead and read the last page.

yu yi the longing to feel things intensely again.

astrophe the feeling of being stuck on Earth.

ozurie feeling torn between the life you want and the life you have.

The artist says to the cosmos: All I ask is infinite love-is that so very wrong? And the cosmos doesn't even bother to respond.

PIE?? MI?OSNA DLA ?MIERCI Przychodzisz do mnie znów, Nie zapominasz o mnie. Do ko?ca trwa agonia, A? p?kn? me okowy. Wci?? si? pojawiasz obca i daleka Jeste? ?ywa, ?mierci. Stoisz jak zimna gwiazda Nad moj? rozpacz?. Lecz potem si? przybli?asz, ca?a w p?omieniach. Przyjd?, kochanko, jestem tu. Zabierz mnie, jestem twój.

So I've got a new friend I wish I could forget you But I miss you, wanna kiss you again She's like you, but she's not you, gotta find you again

I was twenty years old and I hungered after something but I did not know what. Not love, I think. Not even a sense of belonging. My hunger was not for anything in the future or even in the present. It was for something past, and I did not know what it was.

Everybody's a dreamer.

I am glad that my Adonis hath a sweet tooth in his head.

I WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO A good year. I always surveyed each new year with optimism, and events almost always proved my outlook mistaken. This year was to be no exception.

I seek a father who most need a son.

There's nothing lonelier than grief. Sometimes I wanted to cry out to them all in the middle of History "Please please look at me help me can't you see how unhappy I am?" But what would have happened? They would have gathered round making soothing noises helping me out of the room maybe offering me tissues...and none of that would touch the deep dark ocean that circled silently inside. They could not see it touch it stop it. I didn't know any way to do that.

But it was my parents I longed for mostly. I wanted to be a little girl again and cuddle into them, wriggling in between them like I'd done in their bed when I was three or four, snug and warm in the safest place in the world. Instead I had Hell.

I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tideIs a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied.

The distant soul can shake the distant friend's soul and make the longing felt, over untold miles.

I must go down to the sea...to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship, and a star to steer her by......

Beauty you lifted up my sleeping eye And filled my heart with longing with a look.

I must go down to the sea again, for the call of the running tide, is a wild call and a clear call, that cannot be denied!

God, he thought, what would I not give to be drinking a pint of beer in the mess in Aldershot now, or in the Lord Nelson bar in Dover, morning parades done with and nothing whatever to do or think about until inspection tomorrow.