Quotes About Yearning

Travel causes some affliction of the eye, and after a while no place it rests looks like home.

I am drawn allways toward you, Your delicate and distant light, Face which I have never seen.

Beso me without desire so I may hear her coo, that grew in you

In the darkness as we lie side by side John Cole's left hand snakes over under the sheets and takes a hold of my right hand. We listen to the cries of the night revellers outside and hear the horses tramping along the ways. We're holding hands then like lovers who have just met or how we imagine lovers might be in the unknown realm where lovers act as lovers without concealment.

I miss her face, its beauty, and its beauty lost.

Do you know the grief of it? I hope not. The grief that does not age, that does not go away with time, like most griefs and human matters. That is the grief that is always there, swinging a little in a derelict house, my father, my father. I cry out for him.

Hunger takes away what you are. Everything we were was just nothing then.

We are not lovers rushing to embrace but there is a sense of terrifying union none the less, as if courage yearns to join with courage.

Slowly he edges nearer. He reaches out a hand, so openly and plainly that I believe I am going to expire. The held in breath of the audience is not let out again. Half a minute passes. It is unlikely any of them could of holded their breath like this underwater. They have found new size in their lungs. Down down we go under them waters of desire.

Hunger takes away what you are.

Freedom I suppose they were after, following their instincts.

The end-of-summer winds make people restless.

visions and imaginings. At any rate, hunger alone did not

It was like a tear in the fabric of my sleep.

Maybe the ultimate wound is the one that makes you miss the war you got it in.

How ever did I pass the time before I knew you? I think of that past time as now I pass each passing day in lonely sorrow, lacking you.

Dil ka dard saha na jaye kon he jiske bina raha na jaye.

Vad brydde han sig om att leva, när inte den lilla flickan kom tillbaka?

Hon hade lärt sig älska kärleken med all dess plåga, dess tårar, dess längtan . - Bättre sorgsen med den än glad utan den, sade hon.

Dagegen fühlten jetzt alle, die Beflügelten und die Flügellosen, einen Drang in sich, ungeheuer hoch hinaufzusteigen, ja bis über die Wolken hinauf, um zu sehen, was sich darüber befinde, einen Drang, den schweren Körper zu verlassen, der sie auf die Erde hinabzog, und nach dem Überirdischen hinzuschweben.

The two of us weren't made for this world, because there's nothing in it we want to possess.

It is part of the cure to want to be cured.

Porque había chocolate, pero pedí fresa.

were holding a mirror up to the monster within, which was longing to escape