Quotes About Yearning

My melancholy wants to rest in the hiding places and abysses of perfection: that is why I need music.

If i can't have what i want . . . then my job is to want what i've got and be satisfied that at least there is something more to want

I am always lonely for things I've never had and people I've never been.

My soul comes from better worlds and I have an incurable homesickness of the stars.

An ardent desire to go took possession of me once more. Not because I wanted to leave - I was quite all right on this Cretan coast, and felt happy and free there and I needed nothing - but because I have always been consumed with one desire; to touch and see as much as possible of the earth and the sea before I die.

ADAM AND EVE, sitting in Paradise, chatting: If we could only open the gate and leave, says Eve. To go where, my dearest? If we could only open the gate and leave! Outside is sickness, pain, death! If we could only open the gate and leave!

Take care, Friars!" he cried. "If the yearning is broken off for even an instant, the wings become chains again. Stay vigilant, fight, keep the torch of your soul burning day and night. Strike! Forge the wings! I'm going-I am in a hurry to speak to God. I'm going… These are my final words: Strike! Forge the wings!

A crust of lard, habit, and cowardice envelops the soul; no matter what it craves from the depths of its prison, the lard, habit, and cowardice carry out something entirely different.

La mia anima viene da mondi migliori ed ho un'inguaribile nostalgia delle stelle.

ÇocukluÄŸumda büyük at?l?mlar?m, insanüstü heyecanlar?m olmuÅŸtu; yaln?z ba??ma oturup içimi çekerdim, çünkü dünyaya s??m?yordum.

Dear God, how many foaming seas, how much green earth, how many multicolored birds and sweet desires I'll never have time enough to taste before I die like a poor beggar with outstretched and greedy palms! May you reach that far land I've aimed at since my birth and, if you can, load my large flowering tree with fruit.29 KIMON FRIAR

Acum, când nu te afli în faÈ›a mea È™i când nu vezi ce expresie cap?t? chipul meu È™i nu risc s? par tandru È™i ridicol, îÈ›i m?rturisesc ce mult te iubesc.

War against the unbelievers! The unbelievers are the satisfied, the satiated, the sterile.

Bazen içimden küçük bir ân? al?p kar??l???nda bütün hayat?m? veresim gelir.

Quand ma bouche défaille sur Ton corps, j'ai pitié de Tes pauvres lèvres et de Tes yeux purs et de Ton front blanc et de Ta poitrine qui ne renferme que de l'amour. J'ai pitié de Toi, parce que je Te salis tout entière parce que je sens que mes lèvres sont souillées et ne sont pas lavées de tous les livres qu'elles ont lus et qu'elles ressemblent à des chenilles qui tachent de leurs baisers, les feuilles des lys. ~ P 55 - 56

I'm sad, uneasy. I look with awe on my life and soul. Nothing satisfies me.

I don't desire anything right now. My desires have frozen in my breast. A lethargy is killing my heart.

My soul is seething, agitated by a certain vague desire, an incomprehensible soul-fluttering, a magical attraction, a hidden pain.

It is a fact that I don't get enough love, I never did get enough love

Wisdom does not make me full. It fills me with hunger.

Posees la llama pero te falta el calor»

Lo que habían intercambiado no era amor; Rob lo sabía. Sin embargo, había sido tan buen sustito del amor

In my sex fantasy, nobody ever loves me for my mind

Love is homesickness