Quotes About Longing

If only she were a boy, speeding in khaki by Carol's side to the western front! She had wished that in a burst of romance when Jem had gone, without perhaps, meaning it. She meant it now. There were moments when waiting at home, in safety and comfort, seemed an unendurable thing.

And yet... you wouldn't want it to stop hurting... you wouldn't want to forget your little mother even if you could.

but youth yearned to youth.

More than ever at that instant did she long for speech - speech that would conceal and protect where dangerous silence might betray.

Anne looked up. Tall and handsome and distinguished-looking—dark, melancholy, inscrutable eyes—melting, musical, sympathetic voice—yes, the very hero of her dreams stood before her in the flesh. He could not have more closely resembled her ideal if he

I don't want sunbursts and marble halls. I just want you... We'll just be happy, waiting and working for each other—and dreaming. Oh, dreams will be very sweet now.

Isn't it a pity we can't have two husbands? One to look at and one to talk to.

There is no use in loving things if you have to be torn from them, is there? And it's so hard to keep from loving things, isn't it?

You see — I've never had any real life. I've just — breathed.

I never see a ship sailing out of the channel, or a gull soaring over the sand-bar, without wishing I were on board the ship or had wings, not like a dove 'to fly away and be at rest,' but like a gull, to sweep out into the very heart of the storm.

There is no use in loving things if you have to be torn from them, is there?

I don't want sunbursts and marble halls. I just want YOU.

She had heard her mother say that she loved turns in roads—they were so provocative and alluring. Rilla thought she hated them. She had seen Jem and Jerry vanish from her around a bend in the road—then Walter—and now Ken. Brothers and playmate and sweetheart—they were all gone, never, it might be, to return. Yet still the Piper piped and the dance of death went on.

She felt very old and mature and wise—which showed how young she was. She told herself that she longed greatly to go back to those dear merry days when life was seen through a rosy mist of hope and illusion, and possessed an indefinable something that had passed away forever. Where was it now—the glory and the dream?

It's hard enough now, so I won't make it any harder. I want to go out so much—everything seems to be calling to me, 'Anne, Anne, come out to us. Anne, Anne, we want a playmate'—but it's better not. There is no use in loving things if you have to be torn from them, is there?

Oh, I wish we had the old days back again, exclaimed Jem. I'd love to be a soldier—a great, triumphant general. I'd give EVERYTHING to see a big battle. Well

There are times, Anne dearie, when I know by your eyes that YOUR soberness is put on like a garment and you're really aching to do something wild and young again.

many bitter tears when she parted with Maywater chums and the old manse there where her mother had lived and died. She could not contemplate calmly the thought of such another and harder wrench. She COULDN'T leave Glen St. Mary and dear Rainbow Valley and that delicious

It's been a long time since I've seen you, Palmer. But you're just the same, only more so.

Anne smiled again, bravely facing the long years of solitary imprisonment before her.

Perhaps," said Owen dreamily, it is the prisoned infinite in us calling out to its kindred infinite as expressed in that visible perfection.

No, I don't want you to kiss me--yet. And our first kiss mustn't have the flavour of good-bye. It would be a bad omen. Star o' Morning, I'm sorry you're going. But I'll see you again before long.

Bets seemed to die afresh every time there was something Pat wanted to share with her and could not.

And he wrote, When the moon rises tonight think of me and I'll think of you.