Quotes About Yearning

What happens to a dream deferred?

Eroticism cannot be entirely revealed without poetry.

We ran as if to meet the moon.

And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

In the love poetry of every age, the woman longs to be weighed down by the man's body.

But the more poetry one reads the more one longs to read!

The union of a want and a sentiment.

Poetry keeps longing alive.

A lover goes toward his beloved as enthusiastically as a schoolboy leaving his books, but when he leaves his girlfriend, he feels as miserable as the schoolboy on his way to school. (Act 2, scene 2)

I wish that I could fly into the sky and touch the clouds with my hands.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping...I hear it in the deep heart's core.

You'll never know that you had all of me. You'll never know the poetry you've stirred in me.

I came to poetry because I felt I couldn't live properly in the real world.

I think most good poetry is about suffering; I think that's what underlies the love in these landays pieces - suffering and longing.

Poetry is a diary kept by a sea creature who lives on land and wishes he could fly.

Some people can't go into church any longer to feel this longing, but they still have the longing, so what do they do? Well, one thing you can do is what people do in prison; they turn to poetry.

Love, is an unknown passion, for an unknown person, for an unknown reason.

...my heart rides the wind and my thoughts sail away - to a land below the horizon where I know you hide from me...

I want to have a romance so grand, it would have made Shakespeare fumble for words.

Would the mountain cherry blossoms return my affection for there is no one else out here. /????? ?????? ?? ?????? ??????

May I live to see the day when I long for the agony I feel now. /????? ??????? ????? ??????? ??????

I'm looking for youinto that silverspoon where I taste my reflection to feel the touch of your untouchables- from the poem "Looking For You

I miss you, I miss you at night, I can't sleep without you anymore, I'm scared. Meet me in heaven.

Why is it that you still beguile me –As wind, stone, bird – and all the likes? Why is that you smile on me – With sudden summer lightning strikes?