Quotes About Longing

Agathe rose; her scissors and work fell at her feet; she went and kissed Joseph's head, and dropped two tears on his hair. "He is your passion, that fellow," said the painter. "We all have our hopeless passions

He didn't know that you could ache for a place, even when it had hurt you so badly.

I see no room in this city for the gentle ways of love, for precious walks in shady alleys, the full moon sparkling on the water, while the suppliant pleads in vain. Rich, young, and beautiful, I have only to love, and love would become my sole occupation, my life; yet in the three months during which I have come and gone, eager and curious, nothing has appealed to me in the bright, covetous, keen eyes around me. No voice has thrilled me, no glance has made the world seem brighter.

Whether she actually would have flown in to act as baby nurse or mailed me cotton balls and calamine lotion if she were alive isn't really the issue. It's the fact that I can't ask her for these things that makes me miss her all over again.

He who is greedy is always in want.

In Rome you long for the country; in the country—oh inconstant!—you praise the distant city to the stars.

The covetous man is ever in want.

I am not what I was in the reign of the good Cinara. Forbear, cruel mother of sweet loves.

Pero al verla otra vez, a veinte metros de mí, mirándome, sentí que en mi alma, dormida en paz, surgía sangrando la desolación de haberla perdido, como si no hubiera pasado un solo día de esos diez años.

De todas las mujeres que conocí en el mundo vivo, ninguna produjo en mí el efecto que Enid. La impresión fue tan fuerte que la imagen y el recuerdo mismo de todas las mujeres se borró. En mi alma se hizo de noche, donde se alzó un solo astro imperecedero: Enid. La sola posibilidad de que sus ojos llegaran a mirarme sin indiferencia, deteníame bruscamente el corazón. Y ante la idea de que alguna vez podía ser mía, la mandíbula me temblaba.

Con los mellizos pareció haber concluido la aterradora descendencia. Pero pasados tres años desearon de nuevo ardientemente otro hijo, confiando en que el largo tiempo transcurrido hubiera aplacado a la fatalidad.

Esta convicción era tan intensa, que Nébel jamás la había besado.

Yo tengo alguna idea, como todo hombre, de lo que son dos ojos que nos aman cuando uno se va acercando despacio a ellos. Pero la luz de aquellos ojos, la felicidad en que se iban anegando mientras me acercaba, el mareado relampagueo de dicha –hasta el estrabismo–cuando me incliné sobre ellos, jamás en un amor normal a treinta y siete grados los volveré a hallar.

Y cuando no tenga más delirio… me querrás todavía?

Why do you always want the things that you cannot have...

I want the moon, up there. But... he will always be unreachable.

From the moment we are born, we are wanderers, longing-for a place to which to return.

Will you keep this?" he asked, holding up the pendant. "Please. Don't show it to your folks. But keep it, please. I'm not asking for anything else. You're going away. God knows when I'll see you again. I can accept what you say about your feelings for me. I have to. But what harm will it do if you take this, and then at least, I'll know that something I got for you is with you.

And thinking of her waiting to be found, while he was waiting to find, gave a beautiful symmetry to the love he felt for her.

Could that be why Treslove so often found himself alone? Was he protecting himself against the companioned happiness he longed for because he dreaded how he would feel when it was taken from him?

We'll always have Paris.

And we could have been sweethearts, forever and ever, Could have loved a whole lot more, been a little more true.

And when I first saw you I first loved you With a song that I sang to the fire in your eyes But somebody told you that it wouldn't be easy And you carried that lie for the devil to sing Some sail rivers deep and muddy some sail rivers clear and cold But the river that I'm sailin' goes to sea And sometimes I do grow weary sometimes I feel old And sometimes I wonder if you think of me.

Is het mogelijk, dat voor sommige mensen, het hele leven lang, een bepaalde angst niet meer ophoudt?