Quotes About Yearning

We could not have found peace unless the desire for it was already here.

Once we had filled each other with desire, not remembrance.

I miss you when you're not around,' he said. 'I can't sleep when you're not next to me, and I worry a lot about what you're up to.

Cómo hacer, Virginia, para pegar Europa a América y secar el océano que las separa? ¿O cómo hacer para pasar de uno de esos dos continentes que me dividen? ¡Cómo hacer para secar mi corazón de tantas nostalgias!

He yearned for privacy and for solitude. After my transportation to a so-called "rest camp," I had the rare fortune to find solitude for about five minutes at a time.

Com o que é que os presos sonhavam com maior frequência? Com pão, bolos, cigarros e belos banhos quentes. A falta de satisfação destes desejos simples levava à procura de uma satisfação derivada em sonhos. Se estes sonhos traziam algum alívio é já outra questão; o sonhador tinha de acordar deles para a realidade da vida no campo e para o terrível contraste entre isso e as ilusões do seu sonho.

The shock, the pain, the agonizing self-pity over the fact that he would never see her again, never hold her, never smell her, the list went on, and on, and on like some pounding surf that threatened to drown him.

Man wants what he cannot have, or what is difficult to procure, or what he must wade through the blood of other men to get. So with collectors.

You shouldn't do this — you shouldn't! was all she found breath to say. He laughed softly, deeply. I'm doing it, though. Want me to stop? Yes Little liar! He took her lips then and Fay was lost. Like a small moth she fluttered in the dark flame of him and it mattered not that destruction might lie beyond the ecstasy he offered now.

What good are prayers and shrines to a person mad with love? The flame keeps gnawing into her tender marrow hour by hour, and deep in her heart the silent wound lives on.

And as he spoke he wept. Three times he tried to reach arms round that neck. Three times the form, reached for in vain, escaped Like a breeze between his hands, a dream on wings.

His looks, his words, they pierce her heart and cling— no peace, no rest for her body, love will give her none.

Turnus was distraught with love and fixed his eyes on Lavinia.

What good are prayers and shrines to a person mad with love?

Haec ubi dicta dedit, lacrimantem et multa uolentem dicere deseruit, tenuesque recessit in auras. Ter conatus ibi collo dare bracchia circum; ter frustra comprensa manus effugit imago, par leuibus uentis uolucrique simillima somno.

Love cares for no one. The bees never seem to have enough of clover, The goats never seem to have enough of leaves, The meadows never enough of freshening water; Love never seems to have enough of tears.

if so great be thy yearning to know of our sorrows

I want to dip my finger in your pot of honey.

I am in the mood to dissolve into the sky

I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.

To want and not to have, sent all up her body a hardness, a hollowness, a strain. And then to want and not to have- to want and want- how that wrung the heart, and wrung it again and again!

I was always going to the bookcase for another sip of the divine specific.

There must be another life, she thought, sinking back into her chair, exasperated. Not in dreams; but here and now, in this room, with living people. She felt as if she were standing on the edge of a precipice with her hair blown back; she was about to grasp something that just evaded her. There must be another life, here and now, she repeated. This is too short, too broken. We know nothing, even about ourselves.

I desired always to stretch the night and fill it fuller and fuller with dreams.