Quotes About Yearn

nothing good could come from wanting at the world.

money I could hardly think of it. "Go on, take it.

Esa parte de mí que todavía no se había marchado de Tarbean quiso echarle mano a su bolsillo.

That is how I felt, watching the musicians play. I couldn't stand it. The everyday lack of my music was like a toothache I had grown used to. I could live with it. But having what I wanted dangled in front of me was more than I could bear.

Yo siempre sería la persona a la que ella podía acudir sin temor a recriminaciones ni preguntas. Así que no intentaba conquistarla y me contentaba con jugar una hermosa partida. Pero siempre había una parte de mí que deseaba algo más, y por tanto siempre había una parte de mí que deliraba.

There is some truth in that. Absence feeds affection.

Benim neye ihtiyac?m var, biliyor musunuz? Bana hep, ele geçiremeyeceÄŸim bir kad?n gerek. Ama "onu" ele geçiremediÄŸime göre, kad?na da ihtiyac?m yok demektir.

Ben ne isem onun tam kar??t?n? içeren bir kad?na ihtiyac?m var.

Such things that disappear in time that we find ourselves longing to see again. We search for them in close-up as we search for our hands in a dream.

We want things we cannot have. We seek to reclaim a certain moment, sound, sensation. -- Please stay forever, I say to the things I know. Don´t go. Don´t grow.

This, this indeed is to be accursed, For if we mortals love, or if we sing, We count our joys not by what we have, But by what kept us from that perfect thing.

to live means to lack something at every moment

Why do we only miss what we can't have when we can't have it, but do nothing to keep it when we can?

Because everyone wants to be looked for, whether they realize it or not.

though I leaned against him and tried to meet the kiss and to take it in, I couldn't quite feel it. I couldn't feel us. —

The desire of the moth for the star,Of the night for the morrow,The devotion to something afarFrom the sphere of our sorrow.

Let me set my mournful dittyTo a merry measure;Thou wilt never come for pity,Thou wilt come for pleasure.

I can give not what men call love; But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the heavens reject not: The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow?

We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell Of saddest thought.

Wanting someone so much that his very presence takes your breath away is one of the most thrilling happenings in life. Not getting him in no way diminishes this.

Let them look upon virtue and pine because they have lost her.