Quotes About Yearning

Now suddenly he had intimations of destiny; he could see that life had a secret geometry on which his rational mind had no purchase. But even as he was overcome with a desire to subdue his reason and find happiness, he also sensed that - for the moment at least - his yearning for happiness was not yet strong enough.

Encontrarse solo con los rastros en lugar de con los recuerdos en sí se parece a mirar con lágrimas en los ojos la huella que ha dejado en un sillón vuestra amante después de abandonaros para no volver más.

Cualquier cosa que me recuerde a ti, me entristece tanto que no lo puedo soportar.

Oh how I burned with a love such as they describe in those books we so cherish and adore.

As famílias em que nascemos, os países e as cidades a que a loteria da vida nos destina - devemos supostamente amá-los, e no fim das contas de fato os amamos do fundo do coração, mas será que não merecíamos melhor sorte?

Ka loved Turgenev and his elegant novels, and like the Russian writer Ka too had tired of his own country's never-ending troubles and come to despise its backwardness, only to find himself gazing back with love and longing after a move to Europe. Ka

Samiha. Entonces

Oare Negru, care-l citise atât de îndelung pe Nazami, simÈ›ea c?, la fel ca Sirin, îi ziceam "nu-mi r?ni buzele cu s?rut?rile tale, nu face asta!", dar îi spuneam, de fapt, dincolo de propriile vorbe "f?-o!"?

These sights spoke of a strange and powerful loneliness.

Sometimes Füsun yawned so beautifully that I would think that she had forgotten the entire world and that she was drawing from the depths of her soul a more peaceful life, as one might draw cold water from a well on a hot summer day.

There's a strangeness in my mind," said Mevlut. "No matter what I do, I feel completely alone in this world." "You will never feel that way again now that I'm with you," said Rayiha with maternal feeling. As Rayiha snuggled up to him, Mevlut watched her dreamlike reflection in the window of the teahouse, and he knew that he would never forget this moment.

Pe când îmi spuneam asta, oblonul potopit de ghea?? s-a deschis brusc È™i, dup? doisprezece ani, am v?zut-o acolo, în cadrul ferestrei care lucea în lumina soarelui, pe minunata mea iubit?, cu chipul ei frumos pierdut între ramurile pline de z?pad?. Iubita mea cu ochii negri se uita, oare, la mine sau privea dincolo de mine, spre o alt? via???

My dark beloved, my troubled hero, were you unable to sleep for thinking of me the whole night? Is that why the blush has left your face?

I wait and wait, as though something is going to happen, as though someone has promised to come, as though the world could show me something new...

No joy for which thy hungering soul has panted, No hope it cherishes through waiting years, But, if thou dost deserve it, shall be granted; For with each passionate wish the blessing nears. The thing thou cravest so waits in the distance, Wrapt in the silence unseen and dumb Essential to thy soul and thy existence, Live worthy of it, call, and it shall come. —Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The bird does not have an instinct to fly South in winter without a real South to match it; nor has the Creator given to us these heart yearnings, soul longings for a larger, completer life, for an opportunity for a full expression of our possibilities, nor the longing for immortality, without a reality to match them.

Phillips Brooks used to say that after a man has once discovered that he has been living but a half-life the other half will haunt him until he releases it, and he never again will be content to live a half-life.

it is always what we want, not what we have, that claims our attention.

We have to go. I'm almost happy here.

I didn't want to see you. They told me. I was afraid that I'd still love you. I hoped that you would.

As he thought of it, though, he could not imagine what "just living" might actually be. He had never done it in his life. But he wanted to do it anyway.

I'll have that someday, thought Peter. Someone who'll kiss me good-bye at the door. Or maybe just someone to put a blindfold over my head before they shoot me. Depending on how things turn out.

Bean could see the hunger in their eyes. Not the regular hunger, for food, but the real hunger, the deep hunger, for family, for love, for belonging.

Take me home, he said silently to Graff. In my dream you said you loved me. Take me home