Quotes About Yearning

O, that the gods Would set me free from this unhallow'd place, Though they did change me to the meanest bird That flies i' the purer air!

Borne by the trustless wings of false desire.

and Anthony, Enthroned i'th'market-place, did sit alone Whistling to th'air, which but for vacancy Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too, And made a gap in Nature.

É quase dia; desejara que já tivesses ido, não mais longe porém, do que a travessa menina deixa o meigo passarinho que das mãos ela solta - tal qual pobre prisioneiro na corda bem torcida - para logo puxá-lo novamente pelo fio de seda, tão ciumenta e amorosa é de sua liberdade.

O that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill!

Lady you berfet me of all words,/Only my blood speaks to you in my veins,/ And there is such confusion in my powers.

Those palates who, not yet two summers younger, must have inventions to delight the taste, would now be glad of bread, and beg for it.

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

If I am no longer able to function with you, it is, you understand, due to no lack of virility but because almost everything about you, especially your body, leaves me totally without sensation... I

I wanted to know her the way a bee wants to know a great bright flower.

And not there, not there, not there, Your laughing face and your wind-blown hair Leave not even a ghost in the garden.

As I come through the garden, Suddenly all birds seem to cease their singing: The tight-curled buds like birds on the branches swinging Silently shrink and harden On the naked trees that were once green fountains springing. And you are not there, not there, not there, Your laughing face and your windblown hair Leave not even a ghost in the garden.

If what I feel for you is dislike -- for coming between me and my work sometime every day in the last fifteen months --if that's dislike...If being unable to forget your voice, or the way you turn your neck, or the lights in your hair -- if that's dislike...If wanting to hear that you're married and dreading to hear that you're married...If resenting the condescension that pretends you're not out of my reach...Perhaps you can identify these symptoms for me.

His hands touched the cool skin of her back, Abruptly they slipped inside her frock and closed about her waist. She leaned her head back against his shoulder and he kissed her until the room went dark before her eyes.

If we lived for ever, who would look forward eagerly to tomorrow? If there were no darkness, should we so appreciate the sun? Warmth after cold, food after hunger, drink after thirst, sexual love after the absence of sexual love, the fatherly greeting after being away, the comfort and dryness of home after a ride in the rain, the warmth and peace and security of one's fireside after being among enemies. Unless there were contrast there might be satiety. He

One did not so much feel sorrow at his absence as a sense of the unfitness of his not being there.

Caroline took a long draught of wine, half a glass as against Ross's sip. She leaned back against the red plush. 'For instance, Ross, I could lie happily with you tonight.' His eyes went quickly up to hers. 'Could you?' 'Yes. In fact I've always wanted to – as perhaps you know.

I have shouted to God and the Virgin, but they have not shouted back and I'm not interested in the still small voice. Surely a god can meet passion with passion?

Dragostea e un mister È™i c? dragostea e miserul care face lucrurile s? se întâmple.

Let me have your abyss.

So how do you suddenly lose the habit of yourself? of day follows night? of the snows of yesteryear? of rosy apples? of the yearning for love, which is never enough? from "Moment of Silence

Why there's still all this space inside me I don't know.

within the four walls of avalanches, I call out to Yeti. Stomping my feet for warmth on the snow the snow eternal.

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