Quotes About Yearning

O, teach me how you look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart.-Helena

Sweet Beatrice, wouldst thou come when I called thee? BEATRICE Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me. BENEDICK O, stay but till then! BEATRICE 'Then' is spoken; fare you well now... (Much Ado About Nothing)

Love that we cannot have is the one that lasts the longest,hurts the deepest,but feels the strongest

Absence makes the heart grow fonder

Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born? When at your hands did I deserve this scorn? Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man, That I did never, no, nor never can, Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye, But you must flout my insufficiency?

I 'gin to be aweary of the sun, And wish th' estate o' th' world were now undone.

Oh, thou did'st then ne'er love so heartily. If thou rememb'rest not the slightest folly That ever love did make thee run inot, Thou has not loved. Of if thou has't not sat as I do now, Wearying they hearer in thy mistress's praise, Thou has not loved. Of if thou hast not broke from company Abruptly, as my passion now makes me, Thou has not loved. (Silvius)

How shall I abide In this dull world, which in thy absence is No better than a sty?

I am gone, though I am here. There is no love in you. Nay, I pray you let me go.

I dote on his very absence.

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought...

Nought's had, all's spent, where our desire is got without content.

O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do: They pray: grant thou, lest faith turn to dispair.

But rather reason thus with reason fetter: Love sough is good but given unsought is better.

Good Lord, for alliance! Thus goes every one to the world but I, and I am sunburnt; I may sit in a corner and cry heigh-ho for a husband!

I would I were thy bird.

I'll go find a shadow, and sigh till he come (Phebe)

O that I were a mockery king of snow Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke To melt myself away in water drops!

In love? Out- Of love? Out of her favour where I am in love.

El amor es humo hecho de vapor de suspiros; si halla consumacion, es fuego chispeante en los ojos enamorados, de lo contrario, trocase en un mar de lagrimas enamoradas

Thou art a votary to fond desire

Now my soul's palace is become a prison; Ah, would she break from hence, that this my body Might in the ground be closed up in rest! For never henceforth shall I joy again, Never, O never, shall I see more joy!

Sí. ¿Qué tristeza alarga las horas de Romeo? ROMEO No tener lo que, al tenerlo, las abrevia.

I have not art to reckon my groans, but that I love thee best, oh, most best, believe it.