Quotes About Longing

How far apart are she and I! I and the lady of my heart; I yearn in love; she passes by Too proud one kind word to impart. For she left me here to moan, Gold set her fragile thought astray; But, came she in her shift along, I'd take her to my heart today. How lightly on her spirit lies The love that crushes my poor heart! And, ah, she mocks my miseries How far are she and I apart!

Lovers are plenty; but fail to relieve me.

Slender graceful girl, admit Me soon into your bed.

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He could see the honey, he could smell the honey, but he couldn't quite reach the honey.

There's this to say of love and breath -- They give a man a taste for death.

The half-moon westers low, my love, And the wind brings up the rain; And wide apart lie we, my love, And seas between the twain. I know not if it rains, my love, In the land where you do lie; And oh, so sound you sleep, my love, You know no more than I.

He would not stay for me, and who can wonder? He would not stay for me to stand and gaze. I shook his hand, and tore my heart in sunder, And went with half my life about my ways.

When the lad for longing sighs, Mute and dull of cheer and pale, If at death's own door he lies, Maiden, you can heal his ail. Lovers' ills are all to buy: The wan look, the hollow tone, The hung head, the sunken eye, You can have them for your own. Buy them, buy them: eve and morn Lovers' ills are all to sell. Then you can lie down forlorn; But the lover will be well.

Oh tarnish late on Wenlock Edge, Gold that I never see; Lie long high snowdrifts in the hedge That will not shower on me.

Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where I went And cannot come again.

Aléjate, si puedes. Volverás con el hambre a flor de piel.

Tu afán traiciona tu pátina de sombría paciencia. Tu deseo se despliega con una suave caricia.

Turn away, if you can. Return you will with hunger peaked and primed.

The only sheets I'll ever long for are my own.

Study of the past often turns into love of the past and a desire to keep it.

Nostalgia for the mud.

Would you like to have

Do you want to be saved?" I asked. Keri cocked an eyebrow. "Like Jesus?" "Like Lancelot." "I hang my hair out the window every night, waiting for some dude to climb up.

And do you know what love is? It's when you try to picture your life without someone and you can't.

You cannot imagine how much I miss you... The house does not feel the same. I keep feeling that you are here or thinking that I see you. I even think that I can hear you some afternoons...I go out to see... I look for you, but I can't find you. My life is not the same without you.

I have learned how to make time pass, but I never stop thinking of you.

You can die of a broken heart -- it's scientific fact -- and my heart has been breaking since that very first day we met. I can feel it now, aching deep behind my rib cage the way it does every time we're together, beating a desperate rhythm: Love me. Love me. Love me.

I'm not perfect. I'm unfulfilled.