Quotes About Longing

he turned to go his own way, and hardly knew he loved her still.

The daylight has nothing to show me, since you are not here, and I don't like to see the rooks and starlings in the fields, because I grieve and grieve to miss you who used to see them with me. I long for only one thing in heaven or earth or under the earth, to meet you my own dear! Come to me - come to me, and save me from what threatens me! - Your faithful heartbroken

Her one desire, so long resisted, to make herself his, to call him her lord, her own—then

Eustacia, I don't know where to look: my thoughts go through me like swords.

Why did Troy not leave my treasure alone?

Her house looked cold from the foggy lea, And the square of each window a dull black blur Where showed no stir: Yes, her gloom within at the lack of me Seemed matching mine at the lack of her. The black squares grew to be squares of light As the eyeshade swathed the house and lawn, And viols gave tone; There was glee within. And I found that night The gloom of severance mine alone

There's more for us to think about in that one little hungry heart than in all the stars of the sky…

Perhaps to know her would be to cure himself of this unexpected and unauthorized passion.

Don't that make your bosom plim?

Tell me now, Angel, do you think we shall meet again after we are dead? I want to know. He kissed her to avoid a reply at such a time. O, Angel--I fear that means no! said she, with a suppressed sob. And I wanted so to see you again-- so much, so much! What--not even you and I, Angel, who love each other so well?

Your husband, my dear, is, I make no doubt, having scorching weather all this time. Lord, if he could only see his pretty wife now! Not that this weather hurts your beauty at all—in fact, it rather does it good.

Her heart longed for some ark into which it could fly and be at rest. Rough or smooth she did not care, so long as it was warm.

I have danced at your skittish heels, my beautiful Bathsheba, for many a long mile and many a long day.

so that I could only be near you, and get glimpses of you, and think of you as mine.

Enough that in the present case, as in millions, it was not the two halves of a perfect whole that confronted each other at the perfect moment; a missing counterpart wandered independently about the earth waiting in crass obtuseness till the late time came.

Oh my love, my love, why do I love you so? she whispered there alone; for she you love is not myself, but one in my image; the one I might have been!

O deliver my heart from this fearful gloom and loneliness; send me great love from somewhere, else I shall die.

Bathsheba, he said tenderly and in surprise, and coming closer: if I only knew one thing- you would allow me to love you and win you. and marry you after all-- if I only knew that.! But you never will know, she murmured. Why? Because you never ask. Oh-Oh! said Gabriel, with a low laugh of joyousness. My own dear-

His supper still remained spread; and going to the front door, and softly setting it open, he returned to the room and sat as watchers sit on Old-Midsummer eves, expecting the phantom of the Beloved. But she did not come.

Whilst I would have given worlds to touch your hand, you have let a rake come in without right or ceremony and—kiss you! Heaven's mercy—kiss you!

Some women's love of being loved is insatiable ; and so, often, is their love of loving; and in the last case they may find that they can't give it continuously to the chamber-officer appointed by the bishop's licence to receive it.

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Bathsheba you are the first woman of any shade or nature that I have ever looked at to love, and it is the having been so near claiming you for my own that makes this denial so hard to bear. How nearly you promised me! But I don't speak now to move your heart, and make you grieve because of my pain; it is no use, that. I must bear it; my pain would get no less by paining you.

I see your face in every scene of my dreams, and I hear your voice in every sound. I wish I did not. It is too much what I feel. They say such love never lasts