Quotes About Longing

It is no use, said the old man, there is no wine. What, no wine? said Dantes, turning pale, and looking alternately at the hollow cheeks of the old man and the empty cupboards.

Joy to hearts which have suffered long is like the dew on the ground after a long drought; both the heart and the ground absorb that beneficent moisture falling on them, and nothing is outwardly apparent. Monte

Now, to follow out this reasoning, what is the marvellous?—that which we do not understand. What is it that we really desire?—that which we cannot obtain.

One easily believes what one desires.

Il est vrai que sa voix, comme malgré elle, murmurait tout bas: «Edmond, Edmond, Edmond!»

Chaque homme a sa passion qui le mord au fond du coeur, comme chaque fruit son ver.

It is only by comparing the pains of actual being with the joys of the assumed existence, that you would desire to live no longer, but to dream thus forever.

Con voi, mio caro conte, non si vive, si sogna.

Ils avaient poussé l'un à côté de l'autre comme deux arbres qui mêlent leurs racines sous le sol, leurs branches dans l'air, leur parfum dans le ciel ; seulement leur désir de se voir était le même

Oh, Mercédès, I have uttered your name with the sigh of melancholy, with the groan of sorrow, with the last effort of despair; I have uttered it when frozen with cold, crouched on the straw in my dungeon; I have uttered it, consumed with heat, rolling on the stone floor of my prison.

Mais vous ne m'avez jamais dit non plus que vous ne m'aimez point; et vraiment, me dire de semblables paroles, ce serait de la part de Votre Majesté une trop grande ingratitude. Car, dites-moi, où trouverez-vous un amour pareil au mien, um amour que ni le temps, ni l'absence, ni le désepoir ne peuvent enteindre; un amour que se contente d'un ruban égaré, d'un regard perdu, d'une parole échappée?

Mi se p?rea c? m? strânge de mân? È™i c? inima este gata s? sar? din piept, "Da, tu eÈ™ti f?cut? pentru mine, n?scut? pentru mine!..." ?i eu nu È™tiam cum s? în?buÈ™ aceste cuvinte care erau gata s?-mi zboare de pe buze!

no se ama verdaderamente más que una vez…

Mais qu'est-ce que l'attente, sinon une sorte de folie, et qu'est-ce que la folie, sinon un excès d'espoir ?

Un ceas de când te-am p?r?sit, e un veac de când nu È›i-am mai spus: Te iubesc.

d'Artgnan felt his heart gripped by the sweet spasm that tortures and caresses the hearts of lovers. It was the first time a woman had ever given him a rendezvous.

Sixty years is too brief a compass for man's imagination. The incomplete joys of this world can never satisfy his heart.

He was Gully Foyle, the oiler, wiper, bunkerman; too easy for trouble, too slow for fun, too empty for friendship, too lazy for love.

No, no. No lo entiendes. Nadie quiere ser ganado. Queremos ser deseados, necesitados»

Wullie, Wullie, to me" he cried.

do you or don't you know the two worlds I'm talking about, the world that doesn't exist where you wish you could be on the dirt road that stretches out of Idaho away from the cave and family? The girl you want lives there. All my life I've wanted to be the grand gesture that forces the mouth open in disbelief Instead I was the lamp cord, collecting dust and never moving. It's easy to be the destroyed one.

I knew what it was to yearn for a life so distant it seemed that it had never been anything more than a dream.

What men yearn for they often destroy.

That is how you know you've left childhood behind-when you wish for time to go backward.