Quotes About Yearning

I long for a noble escape from freedom

What did my arms do before they held you?" ? Sylvia Plath

I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience in my life.

What I want back is what I was Before the bed, before the knife, Before the brooch-pin and the salve Fixed me in this parenthesis; Horses fluent in the wind, A place, a time gone out of mind.

This part of the woman in me, the concrete, present, immediate part, which needs the warmth of her man in bed and her man eating with her and her man thinking and communing with her soul: this part still cries to you:

My hours are married to shadow. No longer do I listen for the scrape of a keel On the blank stones of the landing.

That being free. What would the dark Do without fevers to eat? What would the light Do without eyes to knife, what would he Do, do, do without me.

Even in your Zen heaven we shan't meet.

shall pick up Bergson, or Kafka, or Joyce, and languish for the minds that are outleaping and outskipping mine.

Sim, fiquei e levada com você, ainda estou. Ninguém jamais despertou tamanha intensidade de sensação física em mim. Afastei-o, pois não suportaria ser um capricho passageiro. Antes de entregar meu corpo, preciso entregar meus pensamentos, minha mente, meus sonhos. E você não queria saber de nada disso.

Olmak istediÄŸim her ÅŸey olmak, yaÅŸamak, bütün hayatlar? yaÅŸamak mümkün deÄŸil. Ä°stediÄŸim bütün yetenekleri geliÅŸtirmem mümkün deÄŸil.Ä°stememin sebebi ne peki? Hayat?mda, olas? bütün zihinsel ve fiziksel deneyimlerin her bir rengini, tonunu ve her çesidini yaÅŸamak istiyorum.

I need a father, I need a mother, I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God but the sky is empty.

I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones, and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life.

ache and ache to return to my proper place, which is curled up right there, sheltered and cherished

Your absence is inconspicuous; Nobody can tell what I lack.

When lovely woman stoops to folly and Paces about her room again, alone ...

You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; They called me the hyacinth girl.' —Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, Looking into the heart of light, the silence. Od' und leer das Meer.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.

Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing

Our grown-up was dinged and damaged.  One of us was only thirteen and knew far less than he thought he did, and the eleven-year-old among us had to work to keep from whining. I wanted my mother in a powerful way, which I made a brave attempt to hide.

We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.

I should have been a pair of ragged claws/ Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

And if all that is meaningless, I want to be cured Of a craving for something I cannot find And of the shame of never finding it.