Quotes About Longing

Ye flowers that drop, forsaken by the spring, Ye birds that, left by summer, cease to sing, Ye trees that fade, when Autumn heats remove, Say, is not absence death to those who love?

Oh name forever sad! forever dear!Still breath'd in sighs, still usher'd with a tear.

No, fly me, fly me, far as pole from pole; Rise Alps between us! and whole oceans roll! Ah, come not, write not, think not once of me, Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee. Thy oaths I quit, thy memory resign; Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine. Fair eyes, and tempting looks (which yet I view!) Long lov'd, ador'd ideas, all adieu!

My whole life has been pledged to this meeting with you...

My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?

I regret that I am not fire.

I thought you were gone forever, I thought you'd walked away from everything, because I failed, because I destroyed the only thing that ever mattered to me. I waited for you to come, but you didn't.

Sure she'd found males attractive. But wanting them? Needing to feel their skin? Taste their lips? Run her fingers through their hair as she growled and begged them for all things dirty? Not until now. Until Jean-Baptiste.

Dante to Abby: My God you are going to kill me. Again

Why is it that when you discover you can't have something, you want it even more?

She watched him in the glow of the lamplight, his broad shoulders hunched over the piano, his hair flopping over his face, and knew she couldn't fight her feelings for him any longer. Denying him wasn't going to make them go away. And looking at him right at this moment, she didn't want them to.

If only" could break your heart.

In the desert we first make sure that a woman longs for the kiss, and then we kiss her without asking.

Think of opening your legs to my kiss, Anna," he commanded, watching how desire burned her and made her tremble, devouring her need. "Think of my tongue, my mouth, think how the heat will stir you, make you need what only I give you. How you will cry out, and beg for more.

They could come together again no other way because they had waited so long. Because they were all that mattered. Because he was life and she was its meaning.     The

Un día habré dormido con un sueño tan largo que ni tus besos puedan avivar el letargo. Un día estaré sola, como está la montaña entre el largo desierto y la mar que la baña.

Ah, me resisto, mas me tienes toda, tú, que nunca serás del todo mío.

Demoro verte. No quiero verte. Porque temo destruir el recuerdo de la última vez que te vi.

Estás circulando por mis venas. Yo te siento deslizar pausadamente. Apoyo los dedos en las arterias de las sienes, del cuello, de los puños, para palparte.

Pongo las manos sobre mi corazón y siento que late desesperado. -¿Qué quieres tú? Y me contesta: -Romper tu pecho, echar alas, agujerear las paredes, atravesar las casas, volar, loco, a través de la ciudad, encontrarle, ahuecar su pecho y juntarme al suyo.

Cómo decir este deseo de alma? Un deseo divino me devora; pretendo hablar, pero se rompe y llora esto que llevo adentro y no se calma.

Half the night I waste in sighs, Half in dreams I sorrow after The delight of early skies; In a wakeful dose I sorrow For the hand, the lips, the eyes, For the meeting of the morrow, The delight of happy laughter, The delight of low replies.

Gone — flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart.

What real man of letters that ever ventured into the arid and somewhat vulgar domain of Party-politics has not felt the same feeling of revulsion, the same longing for the water-brooks?