Quotes About Longing

One hope no sooner dies in us but another rises up in its stead. We are apt to fancy that we shall be happy and satisfied if we possess ourselves of such and such particular enjoyments; but either by reason of their emptiness, or the natural inquietude of the mind, we have no sooner gained one point, but we extend our hopes to another. We still find new inviting scenes and landscapes lying behind those which at a distance terminated our view.

Little son, I have longed a while to see you, and now I see you the fairest thing ever a woman bore. In sadness came I hither, in sadness did I bring forth, and in sadness has your first feast day gone. And as by sadness you came into the world, your name shall be called Tristan; that is the child of sadness." After she had said these words she kissed him, and immediately when she had kissed him she died.

Two days she watched them, seeing them refuse all food or comfort and seeking each other as blind men seek, wretched apart and together more wretched still, for then they trembled each for the first avowal.

But it seemed to Tristan as though an ardent briar, sharp-thorned but with flower most sweet smelling drave roots into his blood and laced the lovely body of Iseult all round about it and bound it to his own and to his every though and desire.

Apart the lovers could neither live nor die, for it was life and death together..

Nor will I live longer so, for though I will not say one word of penance for my love, which is there and remains forever, yet from now on I will be separate from him.

Noi am pierdut lumea ?i lumea pe noi, nu-i a?a Tristan, iubitule? — Iubito, când te am cu mine, ce s? mai îmi trebuiasc?? Dac? lumea toat? ar fi într-acest loc cu noi, eu nu te-a? vedea decât pe tine.

Nu de Brangien cea credincioas?, ci de ei însu?i au a se teme iubi?ii. Îns? cum s? stea de veghe inimile lor bete de dragoste? Iubirea îi îmbolde?te, a?a cum setea îl repede pe cerb c?tre râu, la ananghie, ori tot a?a precum, dup? o lung? înfometare, ?oimul slobozit se las? pe prad?. Vai! dragostea nu se poate t?nui.

Fold your arms round me close and strain me so that our hearts may break and our souls go free at last. Take me to that happy place of which you told me long ago. The fields whence none return, but where great singers sing their songs forever.

and love, as an act, lacks a verb

I wish you had been there with me in that picture," he used to say to Wilsie and me. "It is so lonely being there forever without another Indian.

We actually contain a built-in ability to rise above restriction, incapacity, or limitation and, as a result of this ability, possess a vital adaptive spirit that we have not yet fully accessed. While this ability can lead us to transcendence, paradoxically it can lead also to violence; our longing for transcendence arises from our intuitive sensing of this adaptive potential and our violence arises from our failure to develop it.

That faculty of beholding at a hint the face of his desire and the shape of his dream, without which the earth would know no lover and no adventurer.

I watched the tears run down her cheeks and start to drip from the end of her chin. One part of me wanted to put my arms round her but I daren't. Do that and I'd never be able to let her go.

My brother and I were then longing for a new life, we dreamt about something enormous, about everything beautiful and sublime; such touching words with and still fresh, and a third without irony.

Devotion, fervor, longing! Those are my pillars. We have to be the bridge to the future.

What you get, you don't want, and what you want, you don't get. David Irving, Goebbels: Mastermind of the Third Reich (Focal Point Publications, 2014), Pp. 67

Ce que j'ai tenté avec Belle de Jour, c'est de montrer le divorce terrible entre le cÅ"ur et la chair, entre un vrai, immense et tendre amour et l'exigence implacable des sens. Ce conflict, à quelques rares exceptions près, chaque homme, chaque femme qui aime longtemps, le porte en soi. Il est perçu ou non, il déchire ou il sommeille, mais il existe.

love is the strongest emotion. we never feels the distance. even at large distances apart from each other, both lovers will feel the closeness always.

i wish i could live in my dream.

I will love you like no other for I have died a thousand tiny deaths and everytime I died I thought of you.

you can hate a place with all your heart and soul and still be homesick for it.

That's one of the damnedest things I ever found out about human emotions and how treacherous they can be - the fact that you can hate a place with all your heart and soul and still be homesick for it. Not to speak of the fact that you can hate a person with all your heart and soul and still long for that person.

Essa é uma das piores coisas que descobri sobre as emoções humanas e como elas podem ser muito traiçoeiras — o fato de que é possível odiar um lugar de todo coração e com toda a alma e ainda sentir saudade. Sem falar que é possível odiar uma pessoa de todo o coração e com toda a alma e ainda suspirar por ela.