Quotes About Yearning

The large rooms are too cramped and close. She cannot endure their restraint, and will walk alone in a neighbouring garden.

I know,' said I, in answer to that action; 'I know. I have no hope that I shall ever call you mine, Estella. I am ignorant what may become of me very soon, how poor I may be, or where I may go. Still, I love you. I have loved you ever since I first saw you in this house.

Barkis suspira.

Gene de, Estella'y? dü?ündü?üm zaman..." Herbert gözlerini ate?ten ay?rmaks?z?n, "Estella'y? dü?ünmedi?in zaman var m? ki?" diye araya girdi.

böyle zavall? dü?lere dudak büküp geçse de ben Estella'y? bunca y?ld?r can?mdan çok sevmi?tim. Gerçi onu kaybetmi?tim, ellerim bö?rümde onsuz ya?amaya yarg?l?yd?m, gene de onunla ilgili olan her bilgi benim için dünyada her ?eyden daha önemli, her ?eyden daha de?erliydi.

I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul...A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lay down, but I wish you to know that you inspired it.

It made my heart ache to think of this miserable trifling, in the streets of a city where every stone seemed to call to me, as I walked along, 'Turn this way, man, and see what waits to be done!' So I decoyed myself into another train of thought to ease my heart.

I know I don't need him, but I think I want him.

But I believe the words entered me and changed me and still work in me. The words eat me and sustain me. And when I'm dead and in a box in the dark dark ground, and all my various souls have died and I am nothing but insensible bones, something in the marrow will still feel yearning, desire persisting beyond flesh.

Asymmetrical kisses, the sexiest yearning — one lip on nostalgia, the other, love yet earning

Hobnelia, seated in a dreary vale, In pensive mood rehears'd her piteous tale... 'This ladyfly I take from off the grass, Whose spotted back might scarlet red surpass. Fly, lady-bird; north, south, or east, or west, Fly where the man is found that I love best.'

She stole a piece of my heart but I couldn't ask for a better place I'd rather be imprisoned.

My heart aches love for you.

To the lover waiting for his love no sound is sadder than the tardy striking of the hours.

The Face we choose to miss, Be it but for a day – As absent as a hundred years When it has rode away.

I miss you always and every day But when I search my heart for you I find that you never went away

There are two times of year: October and waiting for October.

A photograph gives relief to the banished and absent lover.

You can fall in love at first sight with a place as with a person. And I had fallen in love with Tahiti before ever I had set foot in it.

BABYLON — where I go dreaming When I weary of to-day, Weary of a world grown grey.

For some, pleasure is a fever they can't shake. For others, it's a disease they cannot seem to catch.

My thirst and passion from boyhood... has been for poetry — for poetry in its widest and wildest sense — for poetry untrammelled by the laws of sense, rhyme, or rhythm, soaring through the universe, and echoing the music of the spheres! From my youth, nay, from my very cradle, I have yearned for poetry, for beauty, for novelty, for romancement.

It begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It is never a thought to begin with. It is at its best when it is a tantalizing vagueness. It finds its thought and succeeds, or doesn't find it and comes to nothing.

Christianity to me is like a hopeless love affair. It is infinitely dear and infinitely unattainable.