Quotes About Yearning

Every person is a precious gift, and we are all like little children who yearn for acceptance, safety, and unconditional love.

It's all overrated, man. Sex is only a great thing if you're not getting any.

He saw her eyes bright as stars; he saw her lips, and was not satisfied with only seeing them.

Now would all the waves were women, then I'd drown, and chassée with them evermore!

tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote.

For tho' we know what we ought to be; & what it would be very sweet & beautiful to be; yet we can't be it. That is most sad, too. Life is a long Dardenelles, My Dear Madam, the shores whereof are bright with flowers, which we want to pluck, but the bank is too high; & so we float on & on, hoping to come to a landing-place at last . . .

I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.

I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote.

these are all landsmen; of week days pent up in lath and plaster — tied to counters, nailed to benches, clinched to desks. How then is this? Are the green fields gone? What do they here?

Yes, and sometimes the melancholy expression would have in it a touch of soft yearning, as if Claggart could even have loved Billy but for fate and ban.

Gürültüden kaçmak, kendini kitlenin uÄŸultusuna, o bir yanarda??nkini and?ran, yeralt?ndan gelen, hiç bitmeyecekmiÅŸ gibi aral?ks?z süren, tembel dalgalar halinde alana yay?lan uÄŸultuya kapamak için art?k hayattan kopar?l?rcas?na al?n?p götürülme düÅŸüncesi, hiç kuÅŸkusuz çekici gelen bir düÅŸünceydi;

Dream, oh dream! As long as we are at our versing we do not go away, as long as we remain steadfast in the interrealm of our night-day we present one another with every dream-hope, with all longed-for communion, with every hope of love, and therefore, my little brother, for the sake of that hope, for the sake of that yearning, never again depart from me.

La muerte es para el hombre el más deseado refugio.

Like a girl, a baby running after her mother, begging to be picked up, and she tugs on her skirts, holding her back as she tries to hurry off—all tears, fawning up at her, till she takes her in her arms… That's how you look, Patroclus, streaming live tears.

To see the smoke from his loved palace rise, While the dear isle in distant prospect lies

the goddess Calypso, who had got him into a large cave and wanted to marry him.

As it is, you lie mangled here, and my heart rejects all thought of food. Not that I lack it. I lack you.

bitch that I am, vicious, scheming- horror to freeze the heart oh how I wish that first day my mother brought me into the light some black whirlwind had rushed me out to the mountains or into the surf where the roaring breakers crash and drag and the waves had swept me off before all this had happened

You fill my heart with a pain for which i find no cure

I do know that mother loss can be heartbreaking at any age. No matter how old we are, we yearn for a mother's love throughout our lives, reaching for the security and comfort we believe only she can provide at times of illness, transition, or stress.

He sighed, and retired, but with eyes fixed on the gate, until Matilda, closing it, put an end to an interview, in which the hearts of both had drunk so deeply of a passion, which both now tasted for the first time.

But I don't want good and I don't want good enough I want can't sleep, can't breathe without your love Front porch and one more kiss, it doesn't make sense to anybody else Who cares if you're all I think about, I've searched the world and I know now, It ain't right if you ain't lost your mind Yeah, I don't want easy, I want crazy Are you with me baby? Let's be crazy

You can't miss what you never had.

But I knew it was pure masturbation, because down in my gut I wanted nothing more than a clean bed and a bright room and something solid to call my own at least until I got tired of it. There was an awful suspicion in my mind that I'd finally gone over the hump, and the worst thing about it was that I didn't feel tragic at all, but only weary, and sort of comfortably detatched.