Quotes About Yearning

The untold want, by life and land ne'er granted, Now, Voyager, sail thou forth, to seek and find.

O YOU whom I often and silently come where you are, that I may be with you; As I walk by your side, or sit near, or remain in the same room with you, Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me.

Man or woman, I might tell you how I like you, but cannot, And might tell what it is in me and what it is in you, but cannot, And might tell that pining I have, that pulse of my nights and days. Behold, I do not give lectures or a little charity, When I give, I give myself.

Blind loving wrestling touch, sheath'd hooded sharp-tooth'd touch! Did it make you ache so, leaving me?

O You Whom I Often and Silently Come O you whom I often and silently come where you are that I may be with you, As I walk by your side or sit near, or remain in the same room with you, Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me.

O harsh surrounding cloud that will not free my soul.

Loneliness is when those you love are happy without you.

Is there anybody there? said the Traveller, Knocking on the moonlit door.

You and the quiet sky—I wish I had never gone away. What is the use of being one's self, if one is always changing?

Life laughs at me now, Sad, forsaken clown. Dreams crumble and fall. They die silently. Where is there to turn to? Where can I find mercy? Love is what I needed, All I wanted from this life. ?Carmen, singing Destiny Theme

Nothing sounds better than being away from this mess. Nothing sounds better right now than getting higher than the hole I'm in.

I wanted to love my father. I wanted to, but I didn't. Sometimes I didn't even like him. he hadn't been a guy you could really get next to, because in a way he was never where you thought he was.

My little Johnnie, Because I like you so much, and because you're so far away that I can't give you a little kiss, I'm writing this letter to ask if you like me as much as I do you? Answer me immediately. A thousand kisses from your Dollie—

Romanticism yearns for deliverance from the cross of the Here and Now: it is willing to face anything but the facts.

It's hard for a man to understand a woman because a man just desires her; but women, most of them anyway, desire desire.

looking for that sweet oblivion that all young men, white and black, thought could save them from the greater darkness that dogged their heels.

It's a disheartening feeling when you can't stand the touch of someone but neither can you push them away.

It wasn't that I missed my daughter but rather that I felt her absence. It occurred to me this gentle awareness was not as painful as but even deeper than heartache.

I was living out the dream of emancipation—a free man in America, desperate for someone to rein me in.

If the river were whiskey and I was a diving duck . . .

Human connection only reminded me of what I could lose.

Letting her go freed me. The dog of my heart didn't want that freedom but my soul, whatever that is, yearned for it. I was that tiny ant, mindlessly repeating the mantra of life

I see a hand you cannot see, Which beckons me away; I hear a voice you cannot hear, Which says I must not stay. MALLET.

Sleep, like other earthly blessings, is niggard of its favours when most courted.