Quotes About Longing

I felt like a kid standing in the world's greatest video arcade without any quarters, unable to do anything but walk around and watch the other kids play.

I'm not crazy about reality, but it's still the only place to get a decent meal.

Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mineThere fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shedUpon my soul between the kisses and the wine;And I was desolate and sick of an old passion,Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head:I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.

I cried for madder music and for stronger wine,But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire,Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine.

I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind,Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng.

"Oh, Jake," Brett said, "we could have had such a damned good time together."…"Yes," I said. "Isn't it pretty to think so?"

Al perderte... Al perderte yo a ti Tu y yo hemos perdido: Yo por que tú eras Lo que yo más amaba Y tú por que yo era El que te amaba más. Pero de nosotros dos Tú pierdes más que yo: Porque yo podré amar a otros Como te amaba a ti, Pero a ti no te amarán Como te amaba yo.

Viniste a visitarme en sueños pero el vacío que dejaste cuando te fuiste fue realidad.

Yo había tenido muchos enamoramientos. Unos fueron correspondidos, y otros—tal vez los más—no lo fueron. Estos últimos han predominado más en mi poesía, no sólo por más numerosos sino sobre todo porque inspira mucho más el amor desdichado que el amor feliz; y esto ha sido así en la poesía mundial.

Al perderte yo a tí tú y yo hemos perdido: yo porque tú eras lo que yo más amaba y tú porque yo era quien te amaba más. Pero de nosotros dos tú pierdes más que yo: porque yo podré amar a otras como te amaba a tí pero a tí no te amarán como te amaba yo.

Apart from whether collectivism, the "communist vermin," is a danger to decent life, the communism gnawing at his entrails was no more than a natural longing for something better, a protest against persistent hunger transformed into a love for this strange doctrine, whose essence he could never grasp but whose translation, "bread for the poor," was something which he understood and, more importantly, filled him with hope.

It is in a case like this that a doctor knows he is powerless in such circumstances, that he longs for change; a change which would prevent the injustice of a system in which until a month ago this poor old woman had had to earn her living as a waitress, wheezing and panting but facing life with dignity.

Belief in these solitary men springs from a longing for a fraternity without name, for a deeper spiritual relationship than is possible between human beings.

Todos vosotros conocéis la profunda melancolía que nos sobrecoge al recordar los tiempos felices. Esos tiempos que se han alejado para no volver más y de los cuales estamos más implacablemente separados que por cualquier distancia. Y las imágenes de la vida son más seductoras todavía vistas en el reflejo que nos dejan, y pensamos en ellas como en el cuerpo de una amada difunta que reposara bajo tierra y que de pronto se nos apareciera, como un luminoso espejismo...

Comme tous les autres je désirais un chien, impossible à obtenir dans notre peu d'espace. Je me pris d'affection pour une balle jaune aux mille couleurs passées et sa bonne odeur de caoutchouc. Quand j'étais seul dans la pièce, la balle, de joie, me sautait dessus et jouait à ne pas se laisser prendre. Tout à coup ma mère criait d'arrêter et la balle craintive allait finir sous le lit.

She could sometimes stand the pain of it in her stomach when she knew there was nothing to eat, but when Lov stood in full view taking turnips out of the sack, she could not bear the sight of seeing food no one would let her have.

I do not know how I stand this parting from Molly, save that by a paradox we are so absolutely one that in the sense we never part, but talk to one another and watch one another and commune night and day, and grip fast the same ideals. The North Star is our only meeting place, in this manner. We both look at it every night. A 1915 letter written to his aunt in regards to his wife Molly Childers.

We have inherited from our forefathers the keen longing for unified, all-embracing knowledge.

Next to want, boredom has become the worst scourge in our lives.

She loved me with a viciousness that kept me from ever feeling complacent, with the reminder that nothing was permanent, that we would one day be lost to each other.

It's hard to experience desire when you're weighted down by concern.

You know how it feels when you're someplace and you ask yourself, Why am I here? That's how it is with me all the time. I can't wait to leave. To go from wherever I am to some other place. It never ends.

For three months, a person sits and looks at you, imagining a kiss.

The moment of WANT is really the misunderstood urge to connect with the world around us.