Quotes About Longing

Unspeakable, O Queen, is the sorrow you bid me renew.

Thrice would I have thrown my arms about her neck, and thrice the ghost embraced fled from my grasp: like a fluttering breeze, like a fleeting dream.

Unwillingly I left your land, O Queen.

Draw Daphnis from the town, my songs, draw Daphnis home.

But the queen--too long she has suffered the pain of love, hour by hour nursing the wound with her lifeblood, consumed by the fire buried in her heart. [...] His looks, his words, they pierce her heart and cling-- no peace, no rest for her body, love will give her none.

I sure would like to get kissed. How would that feel on my mouth, How different would I be after, a changed climate down in my insides?

You know how you want something so much and you're afraid of it too?

There was a star riding through clouds one night, & I said to the star, 'Consume me'.

I nearly weep. All I had ever wanted was that my mother be glad to be alive in my presence. I am still certain that if she had been, I'd have grown up whole inside. "Imagine," I say to Leonard. "She's so old and she can still do this to me." "It's not how old she is that's remarkable," he says. "It's how old you are.

Felicity was more romantic. She's waiting for her lover. He's a sailor and she's watching for his ship to come in. Nobody's dared tell her it's been wrecked and her lover is at the bottom of the sea. She'll go on waiting and waiting until her red hair turns as white as his bones- Good.

Dersú –le dije–, te echaba de menos. En cuanto no estás, siento que falta algo.

I knew I had fallen in love with Lolita forever; but I also knew she would not be forever Lolita.

All at once we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other; hopelessly, I should add, because that frenzy of mutual possession might have been assuaged only by our actually imbibing and assimilating every particle of each other's soul and flesh; but there we were, unable even to mate as slum children would have so easily found an opportunity to do so.

I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth. She was only the dead-leaf echo of the nymphet from long ago - but I loved her, this Lolita, pale and polluted and big with another man's child. She could fade and wither - I didn't care. I would still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of her face.

Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.

The Cloths of Heaven Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light; I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

And cried, 'Before I am old I shall have written him one Poem maybe as cold And passionate as the dawn.

Man is in love and loves what vanishes.

My purpose, my whole life, had been to love him and be with him, to make him happy. I didn't want to cause any unhappiness now—in that way, I decided it was probably better than he wasn't here to see this, though I missed him so much at that moment the ache of it was as bad as the strange pains in my belly.

The sharp pain I felt when I thought about how much I missed the boy was just something to get used to: a dog's job was to do what people wanted.

My purpose, my whole life, had been to love him and be with him, to make him happy. I didn't want to cause him any unhappiness now—in that way, I decided it was probably better that he wasn't here to see this, though I missed him so much at that moment the ache of it was as bad as the strange pains in my belly.

Ojalá no llorara por mi muerte. Mi propósito, toda mi vida, había consistido en amarlo y en estar con él, en hacerlo feliz. No quería provocarle ninguna clase de infelicidad ahora, así que en ese sentido pensé que era mejor que él no estuviera allí para verlo, aunque lo echaba mucho de menos y la nostalgia era tan fuerte como el dolor que sentía en la barriga.

I wanted to stay in Outside forever, but after a while, we were all carried back to our pen. I slipped immediately into a nap, pressed up against my mother, dreaming of Outside. I loved Outside nearly as much as I loved Maggie Rose. And she loved me. But all this love did not fix the problem. Deep inside, Maggie Rose was still sad, still wistful. I could tell that she was longing for something she could not have.

When were the people coming back? Where was my boy? Now that I'd found the boy and figured out that my job was to be near him, how could he go away and leave me? When I'd gotten myself out of the big yard and gone into the world, looking for what I needed, I'd never imagined this. Would I be alone forever?