Quotes About Longing

When are we going to attack? Why don't we attack?' were the questions you heard night and day from Spaniard and Englishman alike. When you think what fighting means it is queer that soldiers want to fight, and yet undoubtedly they do. In stationary warfare there are three things that all soldiers long for: a battle, more cigarettes, and a week's leave.

Is there anything in the world more graceless, more dishonouring, than to desire a woman whom you will never have? Throughout

Ach, das ist süß. Das unbestimmte Leiden der Seele, die sucht, wartet, sich sehnt, sich selbst nicht kennt, die die Wunder des künftigen Lebens erbaut und die Trümmer des verflossenen wiederaufrichtet, dieses zarte, traurige Streben nach einem unbekannten Gut, das sich nie offenbart und nie erschöpft, all das ist das Leben der Seele. Unglücklich sind diejenigen, die das nicht wissen und ihren Ehrgeiz auf irdische Güter lenken!

Le mal du pays fait cet effet-là à tout le monde : il transforme les objets de nos souvenirs en idéalités poétiques, dont les qualités grandissent à nos yeux, tandis que les défauts s'adoucissent toujours avec le temps et l'absence, et vont jusqu'à s'effacer dans notre imagination.

The muffled syllables that Nature speaks Fill us with deeper longing for her word; She hides a meaning that the spirit seeks, She makes a sweeter music than is heard.

O Lord I cannot bear the thought of Philip lying still in such a place as this and when that thought arises must hum some scrap of tune energetically while praying No no no take that cup away Lord let me go first before any of them I love (before Philip Mary Jack Jr before dear Lydia) only that's no good either since when they reach their end I will not be there to help them?

Q: What genres do you especially enjoy reading? And which do you avoid? A: I love reading anything about gigantic animate blobs of molten iron who secretly long to be concert pianists. It's not a particularly well-populated genre, but in particular I'd mention, "Grog, Who Loved Chopin," as well as the somewhat derivative "Clom, Big Fan of Mozart.

No greater desire exists than a wounded person's need for another wound.

Entirety exists within me as exuberance … in empty longing … in … the desire to burn with desire.

I approach poetry: but only to miss it.

No great desire exists than a wounded person's need for another wound.

cela fait si longtemps que ça dure que j'ai cessé de me demander si c'est dans la haine ou dans l'amour que nous trouvons la force de continuer cette vie mensongère, que nous puisons l'énergie formidable qui nous permet encore de souffrir, et d'espérer.

Leur vie était comme une trop longue habitude, comme un ennui presque serein : une vie sans rien.

It is distance that creates nostalgia.

Is it not unsupportable to be held down to a canter when you long to gallop for miles?

How very odd, to be sure!' 'What is?' She walked on, her brow a little furrowed. 'Wishing to kiss someone you never saw before in your life. It seems quite mad-brained to me, besides showing a sad want of particularity.

I wish you did return my regard, he said. More than I have ever wished anything in my life! Perhaps you may yet learn to do so: I should warn you that I don't easily despair!

I do not want a boy. I only want Monseigneur!

No one had ever looked at her just like that before, and it had the effect upon her of making her feel, for perhaps the first time in her life, a strong desire to lay the burden of her cares upon other shoulders. Captain Staple's were certainly broad enough to bear them.

With Philip's departure had come a void which only could be filled by Philip's return.

I cannot bear to go back alone - to the world I have lived in with you.

Julia stood for his youth, and the high hopes he had cherished; and although he might no longer yearn to possess her she would remain nostalgically dear to him while life endured.

I could never fancy any other female. Never shall! That's why you see me now, a lonely man, with no one to care for, and no one to care a straw for me!' As he presented the appearance of a comfortable hedonist, Kit was bereft of words.

Julia stood for his youth, and the high hopes he had cherished; and although he might no longer yearn to possess her she would remain nostalgically dear to him while life endured. Yet