Quotes About Yearning

It was cold, and he was coughing. A fine cold draught blew over the knoll. He thought of the woman. Now he would have given all he had or ever might have to hold her warm in his arms, both of them wrapped in one blanket, and sleep. All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.

Can you never like things without clutching them as if you wanted to pull the heart out of them?

Couldn't one go right away, to the far ends of the earth, and be free from it all? One could not. The far ends of the earth are not five minutes from Charing Cross. nowadays. While the wireless is active, there are no far ends of the earth.

He had reached the point where all he wanted on earth was to be alone.

In every living thing there is the desire for love.

Te iubesc foarte mult.. dar undeva, lipseÈ™te ceva. - Unde? întreb? ea privindu-l. -O, în?untru, în mine. Eu ar trebui s? m? ruÈ™inez.. sunt un olog psihic.

So they won't be able to blow out my wanting you, nor the little glow there is between you and me. We'll be together next year. And though I'm frightened, I believe in your being with me.

Try to love me a little more, and want me a little less.

There's so much of you here with me, really, it's a pity you aren't all here.

There's so much of you here with me, really, that it's a pity you aren't all here.

To Connie, everything in her world and life seemed worn out, and her dissatisfaction was older than the hills.

You are the call and I am the answer, You are the wish, and I the fulfillment, You are the night, and I the day. What else? it is perfect enough. It is perfectly complete, You and I, What more?? Strange, how we suffer in spite of this!

He would be alone, and apart from life, which was all he wanted.

Quite frantically, he longed not to be.

He felt a sort of emptiness, almost like a vacuum in his soul. He was unsettled and restless.

You've got very badly to want to get rid of the old, before anything new will appear — even in the self.

Yet there she stood under the self-accusation of wanting him, tied to that stake of torture.

Some things can't be ravished. You can't ravish a tin of sardines. And so many women are like that: and men. But the earth...!

I would like to have all the rest of the world disappear,' she said, `and live with you here.' `It won't disappear,' he said.

Her hand lay on the gate-post as she balanced. He put his own over it. His heart beat thickly. But did you - were you ever - did you give him a chance? Chance? - how? To come near you. Iw married him - and I was willing- They both strove to keep their voices steady. I believe he loves you, he said. It looks like it, she replied. He wanted to take his hand away, and could not. She saved him by removing her own.

He gazed at the book in his hand, did not see it for some moments, thinking of her, then saw it again.

Don't talk any more, she pleaded softly, laying her hand on his forehead. He lay quite still, almost unable to move. His body was somewhere discarded. Why not - are you tired? Yes, and it wears you out. He laughed shortly, realising. Yet you always make me like it, he said.

Money one always wanted.

I don't hate men because they're men, as nuns do. I dislike them because they're not men enough: babies, and playboys, and poor things showing off all the time, even to themselves. I don't say I'm any better. I only wish, with all my soul, that some men were bigger and stronger and deeper than I am...