Quotes About Yearning

I am happy in my prison of passion

Even before I met you I was far from indifferent to you.

She lives in the poetry she cannot write.

You, who know all the secrets of life, tell me how to charm Sibyl Vane to love me! I want to make Romeo jealous, I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter, and grow sad. I want a breath of our passion to stir their dust into consciousness, to wake their ashes into pain. My God, Harry, how I worship her!

Sometime you will find, even as I have found, that there is no such thing as romantic experience; there are romantic memories, and there is the desire of romance- that is all. Our most fiery moments of ecstasy are merely shadows of what somewhere else we have felt, or of what we long someday to feel

It was you I thought of all the time, I gave to them the love you did not need: lavished on them a love that was not theirs.

Then I am sorry I did not stay away longer I like being missed.

Being with you, and not being with you, is the only way I have to measure time. ~ BORGES ~

Someone or other was going to get torn asunder. And yet why shouldn't they fall in love, if even just for a short while.

He said to me once that most of the time people use the word love as just another way to show off they're hungry. The way he said it went something like: Glorify their appetites.

Oh, my dear, how too marvelous! I've longed all my life to eat a flamingo.

Avery? she whispered. He gathered her closer, his eyes still closed. Avery? Shh. His voice was low and infinitely sad. Hush. Tomorrow's waiting outside this door. It's crouching there in an ocean of words and uncertainties. But it's not here yet and we are. Lily. Lillian. Love. I'm begging you. Let me love you again. Let me love you all night long. She answered with a kiss.

Foolish Lily, he said. Don't you know why I haven't touched you? Didn't you guess that once you were in my arms I would never let you go?

It is the end of the world. Surely you could be allowed a few carnal thoughts.

They were a susitute. They were what you did when you couldn't have what you wanted.

She watched him a while longer and then shut her eyes again. And even though she knew her hand was tucked beneath her cheek and he was on the far side of the room, the instant she closed her eyes he was there beside her again, his hands crossed on his chest and her hand held tightly under them, pressed safely against his heart. Who

Nor does God whisper through the trees. His voice is not to be mistaken. When men hear it they fall to their knees and their souls are riven and they cry out to Him and there is no fear but only wildness of heart that springs from such longing...

He lay listening to the water drip in the woods. Bedrock, this. The cold and the silence. The ashes of the late world carried on the bleak and temporal winds to and fro in the void. Carried forth and scattered and carried forth again. Everything uncoupled from its shoring. Unsupported in the ashen air. Sustained by a breath, trembling and brief. If only my heart were stone.

From daydreams on the road there was no waking. He plodded on. He could remember everything of her save her scent. Seated in a theatre with her beside him leaning forward listening to the music. Gold scrollwork and sconces and the tall columnar folds of the drapes at either side of the stage. She held his hand in her lap and he could feel the tops of her stockings through the thin stuff of her summer dress. Freeze this frame. Now call down your dark and your cold and be damned.

I yearn for the darkness. I pray for death. Real death. If I thought that in death I would meet the people I've known in life I don't know what I'd do. That would be the ultimate horror. The ultimate despair. If I had to meet my mother again and start all of that all over, only this time without the prospect of death to look forward to? Well. That would be the final nightmare. Kafka on wheels.

He can give me what you cannot. Death is not a lover. Oh yes, he is.

Just take me with you. Please. I cant. Please, Papa. I cant. I cant hold my son dead in my arms. I thought I could but I cant.

The freedom of birds is an insult to me.

As for me my only hope is for eternal nothingness and I hope it with all my heart.