Quotes About Longing

The child weeps for its good and the old man for his ill.

Bom dia, tristeza Que tarde, tristeza Você veio hoje me ver Já estava ficando Até meio triste De estar tanto tempo Longe de você

Esse amor sem fim, onde andará? Que eu busco tanto e nunca está E não me sai do pensamento Sempre, sempre longe Esse amor tão lindo que se esconde Nos confins do não sei onde Vive em mim além do tempo Longe, longe, onde? Por que não me surges nessa hora Como um sol Como o sol no mar Quando vem a aurora Esse amor que o amor me prometeu E que até hoje não me deu Por que não está ao lado meu? Esse amor sem fim, onde andará? Esse amor, meu amor, Onde andará?

Nunca fui covarde Mas agora é tarde Amei tanto Que agora nem sei mais chorar Vivi te buscando Vivi te encontrando Vivi te perdendo Ah, coração, infeliz até quando? Para ser feliz Tu vais morrer de dor Amei tanto Que agora nem sei mais chorar Nunca fui covarde Mas agora é tarde É tarde demais enfim A solidão é o fim de quem ama A chama se esvai, a noite cai em mim.

I was taken up by books, as if by the strong arms of a parent I'd never known and had been badly missing.

Try to remember. Has there ever been a time when even a casual reading of a Bible passage would cause your heart to burn? Has there ever been a time when you were so anxious to visit the house of worship that it made your toes curl and your palms moist? Have you ever hungered for the word of God to a point that your heart ached with anticipation, so that you yearned for it as a deer pants for water?

I will not live without love.

I feel such a creative force in me: I am convinced that there will be a time when, let us say, I will make something good every day , on a regular basis....I am doing my very best to make every effort because I am longing so much to make beautiful things. But beautiful things mean painstaking work, disappointment, and perseverance.

We feel lonely now and then and long for friends and think we should be quite different and happier if we found a friend of whom we might say: "He is the one." But you, too, will begin to learn that there is much self-deception behind this longing; if we yielded too much to it, it would lead us from the road.

I often think of you all, one cannot do what one wants in life. The more you feel attached to a spot, the more ruthlessly you are compelled to leave it, but the memories remain, and one remembers - as in a looking glass, darkly - one's absent friends.

I hope to depart in no other way than looking back with love and wistfulness and thinking, oh paintings that I would have made..

In the fullness of artistic life there is, and remains, and will always come back at times, that homesick longing for the truly ideal life that can never come true.

It quite often makes me feel sad that painting's like a bad mistress one might have, who's always spending, spending and it's never enough.. [Letter 630, Arles, 23 June 1888]

One morning, after many dark nights of despair, an irrepressible longing to live will announce to us the fact that all is finished and that suffering has no more meaning than happiness.

As to this region here, I know the country and the people too well and love them too much to be positively leaving them for good. I shall try to rent a room where I can put my things, and shall be safe then, in case I want to leave Antwerp for a time or if I get homesick for the country.

But don't worry too much about it, we shall not fail, but what I tell you is true - from the moment that I send this letter off till I get your answer, which I hope, however, will cross mine, I shall be without a cent, and it will mean fasting again. Well, let's hope we shall be together soon, and that the worst will be over.

For the rest, however, one might say that Mother is looking particularly well. But there is something that makes me think of what I told you. I don't think it would be a bad idea at all if Mother made a few trips shortly, to Anna, to Amsterdam, to Cor - especially as she seems to be resolved on it and to long to see them all once more. But it might well be that she herself has a presentiment that at the same time it will be a leave-taking.

Em algum lugar teu coração bate por mim Em algum lugar teus olhos se fecham à idéia dos meus.

Oh, tudo é tão triste A casa, o jardim, o teu olhar, o meu olhar, o olhar de Deus...

There isn't anything very tender about being in love...it's a cruel and clamouring hunger.

I contemplated her, I was remembering her in this present, I had her beside me from last moment to last moment. When you are in love you are always on a railway platform.

I love it, it devours me. I adore it without illusions.

Ses lèvres cherchaient des Thérèse dans mes cheveux, dans mon cou, dans les plis de mon tablier, entre mes doigts, sur mon épaule. Que ne puis-je me reproduire mille fois et lui donner mille Thérèse. Je ne suis que moi-même. C'est trop peu.

Quand on aime on est toujours sur le quai d'une gare.