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Quotes About Longing

But again and again that night there came to him Meg's white, still face as it lay on the scarlet cushions, and he knew the wind that stirred the curtains at the window had been playing with the long grass in the churchyard a few minutes since.
~ Ethel Turner
My main disappointment was always that a book had to end. And then what? But I don't think I was ever disappointed by the books. I must have been what any author would consider an ideal reader. I felt every pain and pleasure suffered or enjoyed by all the characters. Oh, but I identified!
~ Eudora Welty
I long for solitude and yet I cannot stand it.
~ Eugene Ionesco
Hoje roubei todas as rosas dos jardins e cheguei ao pé de ti de mãos vazias.
~ Eugénio de Andrade
We've worn our words to death, when now I say: my love, nothing happens, absolutely nothing. And yet, before the words were spent, I'm certain that everything trembled at the mere murmur of your name in the silence of my heart. Now we have nothing to give. There is nothing within you that asks me for water. The past is useless as a rag. And I've told you already: the words are spent. Good-bye.
~ Eugénio de Andrade
As palavras que te envio são interditas até, meu amor, pelo halo das searas; se alguma regressasse, nem já reconhecia o teu nome nas suas curvas claras.
~ Eugénio de Andrade
Yesterday, at the same reading, I suddenly heard a word that sounded like "Papulya". I nearly burst into sobs. Again -- this is not a hallucination because the word was pronounced, the voice was similar, and I did not doubt for an instant that my daughter, who was supposed to be in Tobolsk, was talking to me ...
~ Eugene Botkin
Mercy, GOD, mercy!": the prayer is not an attempt to get God to do what he is unwilling otherwise to do, but a reaching out to what we know that he does do, an expressed longing to receive what God is doing in and for us in Jesus Christ.
~ Eugene H. Peterson
I'm bankrupt without love.
~ Eugene H. Peterson
Mercy, GOD, mercy!": the prayer is not an attempt to get God to do what he is unwilling otherwise to do, but a reaching out to what we know that he does do, an expressed longing to receive what God is doing in and for us in Jesus Christ. In
~ Eugene H. Peterson
But you never got hungry for me. You continued to ignore me." GOD'S Decree. 7-8
~ Eugene H. Peterson
But you never got thirsty for me. You ignored me." GOD'S Decree. 9
~ Eugene H. Peterson
It was a great mistake, my being born a man, I would have been much more successful as a seagull or a fish. As it is, I will always be a stranger who never feels at home, who does not really want and is not really wanted, who can never belong, who must be a little in love with death!
~ Eugene O'Neill
Desire Under the Elms
~ Eugene O'Neill
Absent one, how I miss you on this shore that conjures you and fades if you're away
~ Eugenio Montale
L'attesa é lunga, Il mio sogno de ti non é finito (The wait is long, My dream of you is not ended)
~ Eugenio Montale
Per me l'ago della bilancia sei sempre tu. M'hanno chiesto chi sei. Se lo sapessi lo direi a gran voce. E sarei chiuso tra quelle sbarre donde non s'esce più.
~ Eugenio Montale
Io sono abituato a cibarmi di nuvole e lontananza
~ Eugenio Montale
Sale un' ora d' attesa in cieIo, vacua, dal mare che s'ingrigia. Un albero ill nuvole sull' acqua cresce, poi crolla come di cinigia. Assente, come manem in questa plaga che ti presente e senza te consuma: sei lontana e pero tutto divaga dal suo soleo, dirupa, spare in bruma.
~ Eugenio Montale
I was only going to stay six months. I stayed three years, and I never stopped thinking about leaving. But when I left, I left my entire life behind. I have to explain to you why I no longer live in New York, but first I have to explain to myself why I stayed so long.
~ Eula Biss
We are not close," he said, and let the effect linger before he said, "We live five hundred miles apart.
~ Eula Biss
Lady, the sun's light to our eyes is dear, And fair the tranquil reaches of the sea, And flowery earth in May, and bounding waters; And so right many fair things I might praise; Yet nothing is so radiant and so fair As for souls childless, with desire sore-smitten, To see the light of babes about the house.
~ Euripides
A sweet thing, for whatever time,to revisit in dreams the dear dead we have lost.
~ Euripides
Oh, if I had Orpheus' voice and poetrywith which to move the Dark Maid and her Lord,I'd call you back, dear love, from the world below.I'd go down there for you. Charon or the grimKing's dog could not prevent me thenfrom carrying you up into the fields of light.
~ Euripides