Quotes About Longing

Sweet hour, blessed hour, to carry me to you, and to bring you back to me, long enough to snatch one kiss, and whisper goodbye again.

To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—

Beauty crowds me till I die, Beauty, mercy have on me! But if I expire today, Let it be in sight of thee

The spreading wide my narrow Hands To gather Paradise.

The days will have more hours while you are gone away.

Hunger is a way Of standing outside windows The entering takes away.

And somebody has lost the face That made existence home!

Water, is taught by thirst.

I need you more and more, and the great world grows wider, and dear ones fewer and fewer, every day that you stay away --

After you went, a low wind warbled through the house like a spacious bird, making it high but lonely. When you had gone the love came. I supposed it would. The supper of the heart is when the guest has gone.

Home is so far from home.

I only know that when you shall come back again, the Earth will seem more beautiful, and bigger than it does now, and the blue sky from the window will be all dotted with gold -- though it may not be evening, or time for the stars to come.

My river runs to thee: Blue sea, wilt welcome me? My river waits reply. Oh sea, look graciously! I'll fetch thee brooks From spotted nooks, — Say, sea, Take me!

Longing is like the seed That wrestles in the ground, Believing if it intercede It shall at length be found. The hour and the zone Each circumstance unknown, What constancy must be achieved Before it see the sun!

Affection is like bread, unnoticed till we starve, and then we dream of it, and sing of it, and paint it.

So we must meet apart— You there—I—here With just the Door ajar That Oceans are—and Prayer— And that White Sustenance— Despair— — Emily Dickinson, from "I Cannot Live with You," The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (Little,Brown and Company, 1960)

Undue significance a starving man attaches to food Far off ; he sighs, and therefore hopeless, And therefore good. Partaken, it relieves indeed, but proves us That spices fly In the receipt. It was the distance Was savory.

Nor was I hungry - so I found That Hunger - was a way Of Persons outside Windows The Entering - takes away.

I tell you, it is a Suffering, to have a sea - no care how Blue - between your Soul, and you.

The distance that the dead have gone Does not at first appear; Their coming back seems possible For many an ardent year. And then, that we have followed them We more than half suspect, So intimate have we become With their dear retrospect.

Are nothing to the bee; His separation from his rose To him seems misery.

The heaven we chase

I don't know which it is - I only know that when you shall come back again, the Earth will seem more beautiful, and bigger than it does now, and the blue sky from the window will be all dotted with gold - though it may not be evening, or time for the stars to come.

Oh Susie, I would nestle close to your warm heart, and never hear the wind blow, or the storm beat, again. Is there any room there for me, or shall I wander away all homeless and alone? Thank you for loving me, darling...