Quotes About Yearning

Lean out of the window, Goldenhair, I hear you singing A merry air. My book was closed, I read no more, Watching the fire dance On the floor. I have left my book, I have left my room, For I heard you singing Through the gloom. Singing and singing A merry air, Lean out of the window, Goldenhair.

He thought that he was sick in his heart if you could be sick in that place. (...) He wanted to cry.

With hungered flesh obscurely, he mutely craved to adore.

Birkaç geliÅŸigüzel laf d???nda hiç konuÅŸmam??t?k onunla, ama ad? ç?lg?n kan?ma bir çaÄŸr? gibi geliyordu.

Even if we are often led to desire through the sense of beauty can you say that the beautiful is what we desire?

What innumerable follies laid waste my waking and sleeping thoughts after that evening! I wished to annihilate the tedious intervening days. I chafed against the work of school. At night in my bedroom and by day in the classroom her image came between me and the page I strove to read.

Help! he sighed. I feel a strong weakness.

He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music." ? James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

BaÅŸar?lar?n?n soÄŸuk çemberinin ortas?nda oturup ona parlak bir yaÅŸam saÄŸlayacak cesur bir talip bekledi. Ama tan??t??? erkekler s?radand?lar ve onlara cesaret vermeyip romantik arzular?n? gizlice lokum yiyerek bast?rmaya çal??t?.

YaÅŸlan?p ac?nas? bir ÅŸekilde eriyip tükenmektense bir tutkunun ihtiÅŸam?yla öteki dünyaya göçmek daha iyiydi.

he wanted to meet in the real world the unsubstantial image which his soul so constantly beheld

Gerty Mc Dowell'a kur yap?p kalbini kazanacak olan adam?n tam bir erkek olmas? gerekiyordu. Ama bekliyordu, hâlâ birinin ona teklif etmesini bekliyordu, ayr?ca bu y?l art?k y?ld? ve yak?nda bitecekti. S.339

She too wants me to catch hold of her, he thought. That's why she came with me to the tram. I could easily catch hold of her when she comes up to my step: nobody is looking. I could hold her and kiss her. But he did neither: and, when he was sitting alone in the deserted tram, he tore his ticket into shreds and stared gloomily at the corrugated footboard.

Her image accompanied me even in places the most hostile to romance.

The ambition which he felt astir in at times in the darkness of his soul sought no outlet.

For that are you pining, the bark of their applause?

perfume of embraces all him assailed with hungered flesh obscurely he mutely craved to adore

Tütüncüden d??ar? f?rlay?p ad?yla sesleniyorum. Dönüyor ve benden dersler, saatler, dersler, saatler boyu dinlediÄŸi karmakar???k sözcükleri duymak için duruyor: solgun yanaklar? yal?ml? bir opal ?????yla yavaÅŸça pembeleÅŸiyor. Yo, yo, korkma!

The ambition which he felt astir at times in the darkness of soul sought no outlet

In one letter that he had written to her then he had said: 'Why is it that words like these seem to me so dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?

A vague dissatisfaction grew up within him as he looked on the quays and on the river and on the lowering skies and yet he continued to wander up and down day after day as if he really sought someone that eluded him

Amour aime aimer amour!

I'm looking out at the desert and thinking of you. I don't know why.

When death stole the love of your life, no amount of revenge ever healed the hole in your heart. You lived with anger and physical yearnings that were insatiable, and you went about dismantling yourself on a daily basis, tendon and joint, for the rest of your days, all the time wearing the mask of a court jester.