Quotes About Yearning

Long brooding over those lost pleasures exaggerates their charm and sweetness.

The Major folded his arms round her, holding her to him as if she was a child, and kissed her head. I will not change, dear Amelia, he said. I ask for no more than your love. I think I would not have it otherwise. Only let me stay near you, and see you often. Yes, often, Amelia said. And so William was at liberty to look and long: as the poor boy at school who has no money may sigh after the contents of the tart-woman's tray.

Ah! Vanitas Vanitatum! which of us is happy in this world? Which of us has his desire? or, having it, is satisfied?

And so William was at liberty to look and long: as the poor boy at school who has no money may sigh after the contents of the tart-woman's tray.

Cuando la vida no nos da a tiempo lo elemental, tal vez ya no nos saciaremos con nada, y lo nuestro será la búsqueda eterna de lo que no existe.

All of the sudden, he said, I feel different-- not like I ever felt before. Even when Papa died I didn't feel this way. In two days everything is changed. I'm lonely and I don't now what I'm lonely for

What the hell are they all looking for? A way out. A way to the right way out. A way to leave. A way to go. A way to have had it, to have had enough of it, to be done with it. A decent way to give it all over to the giver of it all

See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!

Love sought is good, but giv'n unsought is better.

William Shakespeare

No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy; and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage...

Out of her favour, where I am in love.

What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short.

Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.

She gave me for my pains a world of sighs.

This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven.

I have Immortal longings in me.

You're in love? Out Out of love? I love someone. She doesn't love me.

A thousand times good night. A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, but love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

Make me a willow cabin at your gate And call upon my soul within the house; Write loyal cantons of contemned love And sing them loud even in the dead of night; Hallo your name to the reverberate hills And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out Olivia! O, you should not rest Between the elements of air and earth But you should pity me

Hear my soul speak: The very instant that I saw you did My heart fly to your service, there resides to make me slave to it, and for your sake Am I this patient log-man.

Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.

Shine out fair sun, till I have bought a glass, That I may see my shadow as I pass.

O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note, to drown me in thy sister's flood of tears.