Quotes About Yearning

He went down trying not to look long at her, as though she were the sun, but he saw her, as one sees the sun, without looking.

What am I coming for?" he repeated, looking straight into her eyes. "You know that I have come to be where you are," he said; "I can't help it.

I ask one thing: I ask the right to hope and suffer as I do now." Vronsky

Always the same. Now a spark of hope flashes up, then a sea of despair rages, and always pain; always pain, always despair, and always the same. When alone he had a dreadful and distressing desire to call someone, but he knew beforehand that with others present it would be still worse.

I did not myself know what I wanted: I feared life, desired to escape from it, yet still hoped something of it.

I wanted movement and not a calm course of existence. I wanted excitement and the chance to sacrifice myself for my love. I felt it in myself a superabundance of energy which found no outlet in our quiet life.

I felt a wish never to leave that room - a wish that dawn might never come, that my present frame of mind might never change.

I didn't know you were going. What are you coming for?" she said, letting fall the hand with which she had grasped the doorpost. And irrepressible delight and eagerness shone in her face. "What am I coming for?" he repeated, looking straight into her eyes. "You know that I have come to be where you are," he said, "I can't help it.

I miss you already.

There is nothing so desperately monotonous as the sea; I no longer wonder at the cruelty of pirates.

Why'd you call, boy? What did you want from me? The company of a friend, I think. Always a cheap treat.

Love must wait; it must break one's bones.

Great lovers lie in hell, the poet says. Even now, long afterwards, I cannot destroy the images. They remain within me like the yearnings of an addict. I need only hear certain words, see certain gestures, and my thoughts begin to tumble. I despise myself for thinking of her. Even if she were dead, I would feel the same. Her existence blackens my life.

Every glance made him need another.

He longs for the one line to give them that they will always remember, that will embrace everything, that will point the way, but he cannot find the line, he cannot recognize it. It is more precious, he knows, than anything else they might own, but he does not have it.

As I think of it, there's an ache in my chest. I cannot control these dreams in which she seems to lie in my future like a whole season of extravagant meals if only I knew how to arrange it.

Tus besos me destierran

stripped of all but a single, last possession, a ring, a photograph, or letter that represented everything dearest and forever left behind that they somehow hoped, it being so small, they would be able to take with them. He had such a letter, from Enid. The days I spent with you were the greatest days of my life Ã¢â'¬Â¦

He was thinking of the girl who would not be a maid and the other who waited for her American lover. He envied them. He would have liked to enter their fairy tale with them, their opera; for it seemed somehow that, despite the sadness, when the curtain fell they would find the youth in them to laugh and go elsewhere. p. 126

Psychological death is the key to all romances, isn't it? If the two lovers don't get together, they will each miss out on their soul mate. Their lives will be incurably damaged. Since readers of traditional romances know they're going to end up together, it's all the more important to create this illusion of imminent psychological death.

Let me once get from this country and give me a dungeon or a hovel in any other").

L'amore ci rende poveri. Non ci bastano gli occhi per vedere tutto ciò che è da vedere, né le mani per stringere un decimo di tutto ciò che desidereremmo. Quando la guardo negli occhi mi tormento perché non posso guardare le sue labbra, e quando vedo le sue labbra la mia anima grida: Guarda i suoi occhi, guarda i suoi occhi!.

An anonymous GI poet added: Please Mr. Truman, won't you send us home? We have captured Napoli and liberated Rome; We have licked the master race, Now there's lots of shipping space, So, won't you send us home? Let the boys at home see Rome.9

Man is troubled by what might be called the Dog Wish, a strange and involved compulsion to be as happy and carefree as a dog.