Quotes About Longing

If dad had always been as weak and as friendly as he was now that he was dying. If only he could have been dying for twenty years, Stan might have loved him.

I can't help always falling upon it, and cry out with particular loudness and wailing, and become especially melancholy, when I see a dead love tied to a live love.

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.

he began to feel that she was very lonely indeed. "If he'd been here," she said, "those cowards would never have dared to insult me." She thought about "him" with great sadness and perhaps longing--about his honest, stupid, constant kindness and fidelity; his never-ceasing obedience; his good humour; his bravery and courage. Very likely she cried, for she was particularly lively, and had put on a little extra rouge, when she came down to dinner.

Jack or Donald marches away to glory with his knapsack on his shoulder, stepping out briskly to the tune of The Girl I left behind me. It is she who remains and suffers,-- and has the leisure to think, and brood and remember.

Her heart was dead long before her body. She had sold it to become

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

It was over these few worthless papers that she brooded and brooded. She lived in her past life-every letter seemed to recall some circumstance of it. How well she remembered them all! His looks and tones, his dress, what he said and how-these relics and remembrances of dead affection were all that were left her in the world. And the business of her life, was-to watch the corpse of Love.

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.

When you think that the eyes of your childhood dried at the sight of a piece of gingerbread, and that a plum cake was a compensation for the agony of parting with your mamma and sisters, oh my friend and brother, you need not be too confident of your own fine feelings.

Though my hair has grown grey now, and my sight dim, and my heart cold with years, and ennui, and disappointment, and treachery of friends, and yet I have but to lean back in my arm-chair and think, and those sweet figures comes rising up before me out of the past, with their smiles, and their kindnesses, and their bright tender eyes!

Love gives every gift whereby we long to live: Love takes every gift, and nothing back doth give.

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.

Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-browed night; Give me my Romeo; and, when I shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night...

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 goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

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

Ay me! sad hours seem long.

I long to hear the story of your life, which must captivate the ear strangely.

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.

But she makes hungry Where she most satisfies...