Quotes About Longing

I have loved you all my life!

I know,' said I, in answer to that action; 'I know. I have no hope that I shall ever call you mine, Estella. I am ignorant what may become of me very soon, how poor I may be, or where I may go. Still, I love you. I have loved you ever since I first saw you in this house.

Barkis suspira.

Gene de, Estella'y? dü?ündü?üm zaman..." Herbert gözlerini ate?ten ay?rmaks?z?n, "Estella'y? dü?ünmedi?in zaman var m? ki?" diye araya girdi.

böyle zavall? dü?lere dudak büküp geçse de ben Estella'y? bunca y?ld?r can?mdan çok sevmi?tim. Gerçi onu kaybetmi?tim, ellerim bö?rümde onsuz ya?amaya yarg?l?yd?m, gene de onunla ilgili olan her bilgi benim için dünyada her ?eyden daha önemli, her ?eyden daha de?erliydi.

Ben öldükten sonra gün gelir, Richmond'daki ye?il alana bakan o, a??rba?l? eski evde bir hortlak türerse, hiç ku?kusuz bu benim hortla??m olacakt?r. Estella orada oturdu?u sürece benim dirliksiz ruhum gece gündüz dinlemeden o eve nas?l da dadanm??t? bilseniz! Kendim nerede olursam olay?m, ruhum her günün her dakikas?nda o evin içinde, rahat yüzü bilmeyerek dönüyor dola??yordu.

I was not happy; but, thus far, I had faithfully set the seal upon the Past, and, thinking of her, pointing upward, thought of her as pointing to that sky above me, where, in the mystery to come, I might yet love her with a love unknown on earth, and tell her what the strife had been within me when I loved her here.

I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul...A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lay down, but I wish you to know that you inspired it.

The things we think we want are often substitutes for what we really want, and the pleasures we seek are less than the joy that they distract us from.

I know I don't need him, but I think I want him.

Asymmetrical kisses, the sexiest yearning — one lip on nostalgia, the other, love yet earning

Hobnelia, seated in a dreary vale, In pensive mood rehears'd her piteous tale... 'This ladyfly I take from off the grass, Whose spotted back might scarlet red surpass. Fly, lady-bird; north, south, or east, or west, Fly where the man is found that I love best.'

I thank you for such a long letter, and yet if I might choose, the next should be a longer. I think a letter just about three days long would make me happier than any other kind of one, if you please...

She stole a piece of my heart but I couldn't ask for a better place I'd rather be imprisoned.

The road of love does not know distance.

My heart aches love for you.

To the lover waiting for his love no sound is sadder than the tardy striking of the hours.

The Face we choose to miss, Be it but for a day – As absent as a hundred years When it has rode away.

My hand is lonely for your clasping, dear, My ear is tired, waiting for your call; I want your strength to help, your laugh to cheer, Heart, soul, and senses need you, one and all. I droop without your full frank sympathy— We ought to be together, you and I.

I miss you always and every day But when I search my heart for you I find that you never went away

A photograph gives relief to the banished and absent lover.

You can fall in love at first sight with a place as with a person. And I had fallen in love with Tahiti before ever I had set foot in it.

How hard it is to escape from places. However carefully one goes they hold you — you leave little bits of yourself fluttering on the fences — little rags and shreds of your very life.

For some, pleasure is a fever they can't shake. For others, it's a disease they cannot seem to catch.