Quotes About Yearning

Nothing makes us more vulnerable than loneliness except greed.

Dr. Fell, do you believe a man could become so obsessed with a woman, from a single encounter? Could he daily feel a stab of hunger for her and find nourishment in the very sight of her? I think so. But would she see through the bars of his plight and ache for him?

What does he do, Clarice? What is the first and principal thing he does, what need does he serve by killing? He covets. How do we begin to covet? We begin by coveting what we see every day.

She smiles at the feast where gay nobles are met, But she thinks of the knight she was told to forget.

There's a time when we feel the want of friends, The early one's the best, When love, like a weary bird, descends To find a place of rest; And finds on all the earth not one Familiar spot to rest upon.

I love thee — I love thee, 'Tis all that I can say It is my vision in the night, My dreaming in the day.

My soule, poore soule thou talkes of things/ Thou knowest not what, my soule hath sliver wings,/ That mounts me up unto the highest heavens.

BEL-IMPERIA: Oh let me go; for in my troubled eyes Now may'st thou read that life in passion dies. HORATIO: Oh stay a while, and I will die with thee; So shalt thou yield, and yet have conquered me.

I cannot wait to be dead. I cannot wait.

And we will persist in chasing the impossible until we are no more.

But what could I say to her? That I'm drawn to those old buildings and junk because (voice beginning to seethe) . . . because they take me into a world (the seething builds) . . . a world that is the exact opposite of the one (voice seething to a pitch) . . . the one I'm doomed by my own weakness and fear to live in (uncontrollable, meta-maniacal seething) . . . to live in during my weeks, my months, my years and years of work . . . work . . . work?

If there were dreams to sell,What would you buy?Some cost a passing-bell;Some a light sigh.

If there were dreams to sell,... Merry and sad to tell, And the crier rang the bell, What would you buy?

If there were dreams to sell, what would you buy?

There is some secret stirring in the world, A thought that seeks impatiently its word.

But all the photograph told Heidi was that the answers, if there were any, were lost in the wanting and needing and doing. Ghostly figures, caught in a brutal flash of light, and then gone.

Prayer is the heart's sincere desire, Uttered or unexpressed,

You can't go home again

O lost, And by the wind grieved, Ghost, Come back again.

For the first time Topper's established routine of living gave place to a disorderly desire to live.

When you're safe at home you wish you were having an adventure when you're having an adventure you wish you were safe at home.

Everybody's talking about people breaking into houses but there are more people in the world who want to break out of houses.

It's when you're safe at home that you wish you were having an adventure. When you're having an adventure you wish you were safe at home.

Henceforth letter-writing had to take the place of all the affection that could not be lived.