Quotes About Yearning

Ich mögte beten wie Moses im Koran: Herr mache mir Raum in meiner engen Brust.

Sous quelque habit que ce soit, je n'en sentirai pas moins les misères de l'existence humaine. Je suis trop vieux pour jouer encore, trop jeune pour être sans désirs. Qu'est-ce que le monde peut m'offrir de bon ? Tout doit te manquer, tu dois manquer de tout ! Voilà l'éternel refrain qui tinte aux oreilles de chacun de nous, et ce que, toute notre vie, chaque heure nous répète d'une voix cassée.

None but the lonely heart understands my sorrows. Alone and torn from all joy, I gaze into the firmament, into the distant space. The one who loves me, who knows me, is nowhere near. I am dizzy and my insides are aflame. None but the lonely heart knows how I suffer.

Când e lipsim nou? în?ine, totul ne lipse?te.

Yo amo a aquel que desea lo imposible.

What we know we do not need; what we need, we know not...

No le sacia ningún placer, no le contenta ninguna felicidad, va sin cesar en busca de formas cambiantes. El pobre quiere apresar ese último, ese mísero, ese vano momento.

I have so much and my feeling for her devours everything, I have so much and without her everything is nothing.

I wait for the morning of my tears.

i will miss you more than i can show you or tall you

All the lovely ladies in their finery tonight I wish that I could know them one by one

For the love of God have mercy on my aching cock. I want you in bed." "That, sure lord, is where I want to be.

I found out very early that the more you want to hold people the more they want to be free.

Down on my knees again. Worship isn't enough." Peter leaned forward and rubbed his forehead against Charlie's. "I'm going to like this," he murmured. "Daily services. Hourly services.

I've known a boy. I've measured beauty. What more do I want?

I would rather be an angel than God!

Boredom is an emptiness filled with insistence.

In blissful oblivion the soldier lay dreaming Of cookies and doughnuts and mother-made bread.

"We want in so many different ways to be," he began again. "This magnificent butterfly finds a little heap of dirt and sits still on it; but man he will never on his heap of mud keep still. He want to be so, and again he want to be so…" He moved his hand up, then down… "He wants to be a saint, and he wants to be a devil..."

What's in the raging flame of banned books burning? Knowledge, truth, learning, courage, freedom, yearning.

I want someone to look at me the same way I look at chocolate.

I missed Darlene so much that it felt like a fever.

As we all crave something to protect, so we long to feel ourselves protected. We are all infants before the Infinite...

Missing you isn't just an empty void — it's what-ifs and questions and endless thoughts and bittersweet memories and runaway feelings and emotions that can't get a hold on anything physical so just slip and slide around my mind, and hide and re-emerge.