Quotes About Yearning

It made the Baudelaire sisters a little sad to see all those books sitting in the library unread and unnoticed, like stray dogs or lost children that nobody wanted to take home.

I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where once we were so close that we could slip the curved straw, and the long, slender spoon, between our lips and fingers respectively. I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip form slim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory.

It's hard when you're missing your family. You wake up every morning like someone took one of your legs.

I will love you if you don't marry me. I will love you if you marry someone else... and I will love you if you never marry at all, and spend your years wishing you had married me after all, and I must say that on late, cold nights I prefer this scenario out of all the scenarios I have mentioned. That, Beatrice, is how I will love you even as the world goes on its wicked way.

It's hard when you're missing your family," Pip said, and started the motor. " You wake up every morning like someone took one of your legs.

Where are the books? All these elegant bookshelves are empty.

For Beatrice— When we met, you were pretty, and I was lonely. Now, I am pretty lonely.

When you think of me," she said quietly, "think of a food you love very much.

My love: You were pretty, and I was lonely. And now I'm .... pretty lonely

It's hard when you're missing your family," Pip said, and started up the motor. "You wake up every morning like someone took one of your legs.

The world is too quiet without you nearby.

Keep the home fires burning,While your hearts are yearning;Though your lads are far awayThey dream of home.There's a silver liningThrough the dark cloud shining;Turn the dark cloud inside out,Till the boys come home.

Die Idee der Schönheit ist die Idee der unendlichen Traurigkeit; die Idee dessen, was hätte sein können.

Mother, you had me, but I never had you.

I'll die young, but it's like kissing God.

All of my life Where have you been I wonder if I'll ever see you again And if that day comes I know we could win I wonder if I'll ever see you again

love is by definition free and if he choose to go when I would have him stay perhaps I'll die a bit but I'd rather so than taste his absent minded kiss and lie uneasy in a masked embrace

July 29, 1949 letter to Truman Capote, in Tangiers, Morocco) You have probably never received those delicious epistles which I never wrote—let alone sent. But there you are selling grain in the marketplace with little Jane [Bowles]—and now both of you adored by Berbers and strange wide-eyed men such as have never adored me. When are you coming home to your sweet old bald-head mom?

Svaki pogled njenih o?iju, svaku re? iz njenih usta želim da imam samo za sebe. To što ne mogu da se odvojim od nje, to što ne mogu da ustanem i zauvek završim s time! To boli, to gori u meni!" "Ali demonima pakla je data sva mo?, nastupio je dan, poslednji dan, sudnji dan, sotona trijumfuje nad grešnom dušom, i jadikuju?i ljudski glas se ruši sa visine i tone u Judinom smehu o?ajanja.

Vittorin è lì in piedi, vuol vederla un'altra volta. Aspetta. Quattro minuti. Sei minuti. Adesso deve andare. Molte coppie sono passate davanti alla porta al ritmo della danza, facce sconosciute hanno guardato indifferenti dalla sua parte, forse c'era anche il viso di Franzi, lui non lo sa.

Boredom is an emptiness filled with insistence.

Life is the joyless quest for joy.

He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.

He stepped down, avoiding any long look at her as one avoids long looks at the sun, but seeing her as one sees the sun, without looking.