Quotes About Yearning

FRANCESCA You came in out of the night And there were flowers in your hands, Now you will come out of a confusion of people, Out of a turmoil of speech about you. I who have seen you amid the primal things Was angry when they spoke your name In ordinary places. I would that the cool waves might flow over my mind, And that the world should dry as a dead leaf, Or as a dandelion seed-pod and be swept away, So that I might find you again, Alone.

But I am like the grass, I can not love you.

Francesca" You came in out of the night And there were flowers in your hands, Now you will come out of a confusion of people, Out of a turmoil of speech about you. I who have seen you amid the primal things Was angry when they spoke your name In ordinary places. I would that the cool waves might flow over my mind, And that the world should dry as a dead leaf, Or as a dandelion seed-pod and be swept away, So that I might find you again, Alone.

I AM homesick after mine own kind, Oh I know that there are folk about me, friendly faces, But I am homesick after mine own kind.

And I am homesick After mine own kind that know, and feel And have some breath for beauty and the arts.

I wasn't actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgiastic future that year by year recedes before us.

Things are sweeter when they're lost. I know--because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot, and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand.

Things are sweeter when they're lost. I know--because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot, and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand.

Hunger precipitated despair.

Absences can also make one forget. Absence dulls the memory and banishes those who are precious from the mind.

What is this thing that makes us human? Birth, heartbreak, a desire for safety and order? Is it anger, shame, or fear? What we desire is unattainable and although we know it, we keep striving for it. Sisyphus, the Greek god, and all that.

Hillary thought. Someone get me

I feel so alone," she said. "You don't realize how much space someone takes up until they're gone and there's too much emptiness. This place never echoed before. Now it does." She was mystified.

Years have passed since my heart's been anyone's destination,/ and its wounds, in this desolation,/ have lost their sheen--/ Whom can I possibly ask to pour color into them? --from "Two Elegies: 1. Appointments

If dreams are thwarted, then yearning must take their place If reunion is impossible, then longing must take its place.

On the far horizon waved some flicker of light My heart, a city of suffering, awoke in a state of dream My eyes, turning restless, still dreaming, the morning, dawning in this vacuous abode of separation.

all my life I have fancied a beautiful man by the name of murthaza he makes me happy when I am sad. he makes me feel things I have always dreamed of -harry james

I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday.

I need more dreams and less life I need that dark in a little more light

That's what I'm living on now, honey, dreams, dreams of what I used to do.

We have often had this particular exchange about climate and landscape and why we both feel so lonely here uprooted. It was what each of us had wanted of course. Besides wanting to experience a place we hated, we wanted to be insomniacs and loners, losers and drop-outs. To know the sky was the only location of meaning and joy left to us.

I was hungry for love It was pathetic the stones I threw or smashed my mouth on in my pathology of starvation

My heart still full of her, Traveled over her face, and found her there no more... I thought to myself that a women unknown Had adopted by chance that voice and those eyes And I let the chilly statue pass Looking at the skies. Alfredde Musset