Quotes About Longing

Every time you wish the sky was something happening to your heart, you lose twice.

O, to be stung by an errant bee. O, to sting. O, to see you again. Covered in spring.

Wind against window—let the words fight it out— As I try to remember: What is it That's so late in coming? What was it I understood so well last night, so well it kissed me, Sweetly, on the forehead?

I thought: please don't grow familiar. I think I said it out loud: Please don't let me love you that horrible way. The

People are always far away.

Sometimes I can't sleep because I miss you all so much. And sometimes I don't think about you at all.

The world is quite a perilous pilgrimage for those who sigh after eternity,

Rozkosz nie jest przyjemno?ci?… - zaczyna?a sennie jego ?ona, gdy D. szuka? na jej ciele klawisza ENTER.

For people my age, the places that they truly loved and to which they once belonged are no longer there.

Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravelled, fondly turns to thee; Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.

Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see,My heart untravel'd fondly turns to thee;Still to my brother turns with ceaseless pain,And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.

Amor que incendia el corazón de los orangutanes, de los bomberos. Amor que exalta el canto de las ranas bajo las ramas, que arranca los botones de los botines, que se alimenta de encelo y ensalada.

Me cremas,te edenizo.

Il n'est pire exil que celui du coeur

Les secrets rendent le désir encore plus fou.

This night of no moonThere is no way to meet him.I rise in longing—My breast pounds, a leaping flame,My heart is consumed in fire.

Though we knew each other without overlapping our clothes, still, with this autumn wind's sound, I find myself waiting for you.

Undisturbed, my garden fills with summer growth— how I wish for one who would push the deep grass aside.

This heart, Longing for you, Breaks To a thousand pieces- I wouldn't lose one.

My longing for you— Too strong to keep within bounds. At least no one can blame me When I go to you at night Along the road of dreams.

Why haven't I Thought of this before? This body, Remembering yours, Is the keepsake you left.

I've traveled That dark path to the world Which comes down from this mountain Just to see you One last time.

Otkako sam u snu vidjela ?ovjeka kojega ljubim, otada sam po?ela voljeti svoje snove.

The flowers and my love, Passed away under the rain, While I idly looked upon them: Where is my yester-love?