Quotes About Longing

She had no gowns, no jewels, nothing. And she loved nothing but that. She felt made for that. She would have liked so much to please, to be envied, to be charming, to be sought after.

Cambrant sous le ciel son ventre luisant et liquide, la mer, fiancée monstrueuse, attendait l'amant de feu qui descendait vers elle. Il précipitait sa chute, empourpré comme par le désir de leur embrassement. Il la joignit ; et, peu à peu, elle le dévora. Alors de l'horizon une fraîcheur accourut ; un frisson plissa le sein mouvant de l'eau comme si l'astre englouti eût jeté sur le monde un soupir d'apaisement.

My youngest brother had a wonderful schtick from some time in high school, through to graduating medicine. He had a card in his wallet that read, 'If I am found with amnesia, please give me the following books to read …' And it listed half a dozen books where he longed to recapture that first glorious sense of needing to find out 'what happens next' … the feeling that keeps you up half the night. The feeling that comes before the plot's been learned.

Words were power, words tried to change you, to shape bridges of longing that no one could ever really cross.

Tigana, let my memory of you be like a blade in my soul.

Do you know the wish of your heart? - The Darkest Road

Peace has brought me many pleasures, but nothing as powerful as that passion for survival in wartime, that faith in love, and that sense of absolutes. It often strikes me with horror that peace is really extremely monotonous. During the terrible moments of war one longs for peace with a passion that is painful to bear. But in peacetime one should never, even for an instant, long for war!

my longing was for Russia...Not Soviet Russia. But nineteenth-century Russia, the Russia of Dostoevsky's saintly prostitutes and Alyosha; of Tolstoy's Pierre; and Aksionov, the sufferer in God Sees the Truth But Waits. A country where the characters in books were allowed to ask one another the questions: How must I live to be happy? What is goodness? Why does man suffer? What is to be done?

Yo quiero orar!

We are going toward the sea. I have swollen. I am carried away. Sometimes at night love comes up so quickly and so high, and if we have no little boat perhaps it is because we want to roll breathless under the ocean floor.

çünkü s?k?c?, tekdüze bir yaÅŸam, bilinmeyene kar?? daha büyük özlemler doÄŸurur.

Outside, across the putrid moat and under the dark mute trees, I would often lie and dream for hours about what I read in the books; and would longingly picture myself amidst gay crowds in the sunny world beyond the endless forests.

So through endless twilights I dreamed and waited, though I knew not what I waited for. Then in the shadowy solitude my longing for light grew so frantic that I could rest no more, and I lifted entreating hands to the single black ruined tower that reached above the forest into the unknown outer sky. And at last I resolved to scale that tower, fall through I might; since it were better to glimpse the sky and perish, than to live without even beholding day.

Calm, lasting beauty comes only in dream, and this solace the world had thrown away when in its worship of the real it threw away the secrets of childhood and innocence.

I knew not which to believe, yet longed more and more to cross forever into the unknown land; for doubt and secrecy are the lure of lures, and no new horror can be more terrible than the daily torture of the commonplace.

thirst had driven him into the desert again

In every wanderer there is a latent urge to return to the scenes of his childhood.

Alas for him who chafes at soothing ease, And cries for fever'd joys and pains to please: They please a moment, but the pleasure flies, And the rack'd soul, a prey to passion, dies.

humdrum lives breed wistful longings of the unknown...

Adesso sono ai tuoi piedi, niente più ardore nel mio cuore, le ali spezzate, la bocca che schiuma un rimpianto parole troppo confuse per avere un senso. Questo voglio dirti: Amore, sono tornato a casa

His being had rested full of adoration for the glory which unifies all distances in such beauty and sorrow that one no longer wishes for anything–in unconquerable adversity, in unquenchable longing he felt that life had nevertheless been worth while living.

Fegurðin og mannlífið eru tveir elskendur sem fá ekki að hittast.

Asta Sollilja slept on, her head in the corner, mouth open, chin up, and head back, with one hand under her ear and the other half-open on the coverlet as if she thought in her sleep that someone would come and lay happiness in her palm.

And yet he did not find the happiness he had dreamed of, nor the peace he had so much desired, and she understood him, and loved him for that very reason, that he had found neither happiness nor peace; deep, deep inside her she loved him because he had fled.