Quotes About Yearn

Thou art gone from my gaze like a beautiful dream, And I seek thee in vain by the meadow and stream.

In the end the soul is itself the longing of the soulless for salvation.

This by the way is known as Werther's Axiom, whereby quote The Intensity of a desire D is inversely proportional to the ease of D's gratification. Known also as Romance.

Es muy raro sentir que añoras algo que ni siquiera estás seguro de conocer.

One of the really American things about Hal, probably, is the way he despises what it is he's really lonely for

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.

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

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.

This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven.

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

I dote on his very absence.

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

I would I were thy bird.

O that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill!

Let me have your abyss.

The only love that lasts is unrequited love.

Over the years loved ones have said I'm a chronically dissatisfied person, and it's true I'd always rather be where I'm not at the time.

Love everywhere, and none for me.

Freedom isn't enough. What I desire doesn't have a name yet.

She knew what desire was — though she didn't know she knew. It was like this: she was starving but not for food, it was a kind of painful taste that rose from the pit of her stomach and made her nipples quiver and her arms empty without an embrace.

I, who called love my hope for love.

Liberdade é pouco. O que eu desejo ainda não tem nome.