Quotes About Longing

The undercurrent of my every thought: To seek you, find you, have you for my own.

A ghost in marble of a girl you knew Who would have loved you in a day or two.

But you were something more than young and sweet And fair, - and the long year remembers you.

Yet here one time your spirit was wont to move; Here might I hope to find you day or night, And here I come to look for you, my love, Even now, foolishly, knowing you are dead.

I felt his gaze, I heard his moan, And knew his hunger as my own.

Feast" I drank at every vine. The last was like the first. I came upon no wine So wonderful as thirst. I gnawed at every root. I ate of every plant. I came upon no fruit So wonderful as want. Feed the grape and bean To the vintner and monger: I will lie down lean With my thirst and my hunger.

Tis not love's going hurts my days, But that it went in little ways

but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply, And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain For unremembered lads that not again Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.

Give back my book and take my kiss instead.

For the body at best    Is a bundle of aches, Longing for rest;    It cries when it wakes

I would I were alive again To kiss the fingers of the rain, To drink into my eyes the shine Of every slating silver line, To catch the freshened, fragrant breeze From drenched and dripping apple-trees.

The Fugitive" Thanks be to God the world is wide, And I am going far from home, For I forgot in Camelot The man I loved in Rome, And I forgot in Kensington The man I loved in Kew; And there must be a place for me To think no more of you.

You leave me much against my will.

So is no warmth for me at any fire To-day, when the world's fire has burned so low; I kneel, spending my breath in vain desire, At that cold hearth which one time roared so strong, And straighten back in weariness, and long To gather up my little gods and go.

If I had loved you less or played you slyly I might have held you for a summer more

I shall forget before the flickers mate Your look that is today my east and west.

They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.

And what are you that, missing you, I should be kept awake As many nights as there are days With weeping for your sake? And what are you that, missing you, As many days as crawl I should be listening to the wind And looking at the wall? I know a man that's a braver man And twenty men as kind, And what are you, that you should be The one man in my mind? Yet women's ways are witless ways, As any sage will tell,— And what am I, that I should love So wisely and so well?

I would kiss you, had I the courage.

GENNARO Ha da passa' 'a nuttata.»

Y lo peor (en realidad no sé si es lo peor, o es igual de malo que todo lo que llevo escrito hasta acá) es que no tengo con quien hablarlo, y eso me hace sentir solo. Estar enamorado de una mujer y no poder hacer nada al respecto es terrible. Pero estar enamorado de esa mujer y encima tener que callarlo, y hacer como que no pasa nada, y mirar a otra parte cada vez que uno la tiene al otro lado de la mesa y se muere por mirarla...

No me importa nada más, le juro. Me alcanza saberla conmigo en este entuerto. Sabiendo eso, me aguanto el silencio y la distancia y los años y lo que venga. Eso es todo, Ofelia. Disculpe la osadía de escribirle esta carta. Y disculpe la osadía de decirle, en cinco letras imperdonables: la amo.

The sea – it is as incomprehensible as existence – it is incomprehensible as death – as eternal as longing.