Quotes About Longing

Se preguntaba por qué el amor había esperado tanto, por qué había aguardado hasta el momento en que los límites del contacto y la renuncia humana se habían reducido al tamaño de aquel recordatorio que llevaba en la billetera: In Memoriam...

uma nuvem preta solitária à procura de chuva.

He is a man who seems to ache at the slightest parting, always turning when he leaves you for a long glance back as if against the possibility he might never see you again

He wondered why love had waited for this distance, waited for the moment when he need not touch, when the limits of contact and human surrender had dwindled to the size of a printed Mass card tucked in his wallet: In Memoriam...

I'm so miserable without you, it's almost like you're here.

London is a bad habit one hates to lose.

When delicate and feeling souls are separated, there is not a feature in the sky, not a movement of the elements, not an aspiration of the breeze, but hints some cause for a lover's apprehension.

But when they seldom come, they wished for come.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

Could I come near your beauty with my nailsI'd set my ten commandments in your face.

O! a kissLong as my exile, sweet as my revenge!

Great with child, and longing… for stewed prunes.

I 'gin to be aweary of the sun,And wish the estate o' the world were now undone.

For you there's rosemary and rue; these keepSeeming and savor all the winter long.

Truly, a peck of provender: I could munch your good dry oats. Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay: good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.

O! for a falconer's voice,To lure this tassel-gentle back again.

A still-soliciting eye.

O! never say that I was false of heart,Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify.

I would fain die a dry death.

No sooner met, but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy.

Your heart's desires be with you!

He was a manOf an unbounded stomach.

How like a winter hath my absence been.

Now is this golden crown like a deep wellThat owes two buckets filling one another;The emptier ever dancing in the air,The other down, unseen and full of water:That bucket down and full of tears am I,Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high.