Quotes About Yearning

You know, once you have the belt you want to be less active, fighting once a year.

My films have mostly been about the rise of desire as the discovery of oneself.

An only child, I always wanted a large hug-house.

There is only one thing I want. I would like to be seriously ill, and to hear nothing more about him for at least a week. Why doesn't something happen to me? Why do I have to go through all this? If only I had never set eyes on him!

Lo! with a little rod I did but touch the honey of romance — And must I lose a soul's inheritance?

I was dominated, soul, brain, and power by you. You became to me the visible incarnation of that unseen ideal whose memory haunts us artists like an exquisite dream.

I never saw sad men who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue We prisoners called the sky, And at every happy cloud that passed In such strange freedom by.

What the paradox was to me in the sphere of thought, perversity became to me in the sphere of passion. Desire, at the end, was a malady, or a madness, or both.

En este mundo sólo hay dos tragedias: una es no conseguir lo que deseas y la otra conseguirlo.

Ah! ah! wherefore didst thou not look at me? If thou hadst looked at me thou hadst loved me. Well I know that thou wouldst have loved me, and the mystery of Love is greater than the mystery of Death.

They say that love hath a bitter taste.... But what matter? What matter? I have kissed thy mouth.

From your silken hair to your delicate feet you are perfection to me. Pleasure hides love from us, but pain reveals it in its essence.

And when you are away, Gerald...with...her - oh, think of me sometimes. Don't forget me.

Why is it that I can't feel this tragedy as much as I want to?

My own personality has become a burden to me. I want to escape, to go away, to forget.

I feel I must come with you. And will you talk to me all the time? No one talks so wonderfully as you do.

I would give my soul for that!

My heart stole back across wide wastes of years To One who wandered by a lonely sea, And sought in vain for any place of rest: 'Foxes have holes, and every bird its nest. I, only I, must wander wearily, And bruise my feet, and drink wine salt with tears.' Poem:

She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses, cried the young Student; but in all my garden there is no red rose.

The joy of a caged bird was in her voice.

He had mad hungers that grew more ravenous as he fed them.

I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky

In this world there are only two tragedies. One is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it. The last is much the worst—the last is a real tragedy.

She was free in her prison on passion