Quotes About Yearning

I desperately want a dog, but I've been told I travel too much, and I'm not allowed to have a dog.

The three saddest things are the ill wanting to be well, the poor wanting to be rich, and the constant traveler saying 'anywhere but here'.

I think that travel comes from some deep urge to see the world, like the urge that brings up a worm in an Irish bog to see the moon when it is full.

I heard an airplane passing overhead. I wished I was on it.

I would love you all the day, every night we would kiss and play, if with me you'd fondly stray, over the hills and far away.

It sounds so far away and different. I like different places. I like any places that isn't here.

Something about the circus stirs their souls, and they ache for it when it is absent.

Can't go on singing the same theme, 'cause baby, can't you see, we've got everything going on? Every time you go away, you take a piece of me with you.

I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere.

Being in love was like China: you knew it was there, and no doubt it was very interesting, and some people went there, but I never would.

I am fevered with the sunset, I am fretful with the bay, For the wander-thirst is on me And my soul is in Cathay.

I know what wanting and craving adventure feels like, I can really relate to that.

Well there's floodin' down in Texas. All of the telephone lines are down. Well, I've been tryin' to call my baby, Lord, and I can't get a single sound.

the loneliest place to be is a hotel room in a big city in early evening.

I have a character failing. I am quite incapable of identifying with anything whole-heartedly. Whatever I am doing, I am always planning to do something else. I would rather travel than arrive.

Traveling around sure gets me down and lonely, nothing else to do but close my mind. I sure hope the road don't come to own me, there's so many dreams I've yet to find. But you're so far away.

I felt the tributaries of his veins, wished to enter into his bloodstream, travel there, dissolved and bodiless, to take refuge in the thick walled chambers of his heart.

And then I saw what I was to see so many times on the journey--a look of longing. "Lord! I wish I could go.

Take me back into the time when I lost track of time!

Ask the dust on the road! Ask the Joshua trees standing alone where the Mojave begins. Ask them about Camilla Lopez, and they will whisper her name.

If only, if only," the woodpecker sighs, "The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies." While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely, Crying to the moo-oo-oon, "If only, If only.

A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening...

For it's home, dearie, home--it's home I want to be. Our topsails are hoisted, and we'll away to sea. O, the oak and the ash and the bonnie birken tree They're all growing green in the old countrie.

Give me again my hollow tree A crust of bread, and liberty!