Quotes About Longing

He turned to appease the fierce longings of his heart before which everything else was idle and alien. He cared little that he was in mortal sin, that his life had grown to be a tissue of subterfuge and falsehood.

His heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide. He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath their cowl and knew that in some dim past, whether in life or revery, he had heard their tale before. He saw her urge her vanities, her fine dress and sash and long black stocking, and knew that he had yielded to them a thousand times.

Welladay! Welladay! For the winds of May! Love is unhappy when love is away!

A way a lone a last a loved a long the—

His heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide. He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath their cowl and knew that in some dim past, whether in life or revery, he had heard their tale before. He saw her urge her vanities, her fine dress and sash and long black stockings, and knew that he had yielded to them a thousand times. Yet a voice within him spoke above the noise of his dancing heart, asking him would he take her gift to which he had only to stretch out his hand.

Lean out of the window, Goldenhair, I hear you singing A merry air. My book was closed, I read no more, Watching the fire dance On the floor. I have left my book, I have left my room, For I heard you singing Through the gloom. Singing and singing A merry air, Lean out of the window, Goldenhair.

He thought that he was sick in his heart if you could be sick in that place. (...) He wanted to cry.

With hungered flesh obscurely, he mutely craved to adore.

All the seas of the world tumbled about her heart. He was drawing her into them: he would drown her.

Birkaç geliÅŸigüzel laf d???nda hiç konuÅŸmam??t?k onunla, ama ad? ç?lg?n kan?ma bir çaÄŸr? gibi geliyordu.

He burned to appease the fierce longing of his heart before which everything else was idle and alien. He cared little that he was in mortal sin, that his life had grown to be a tissue of subterfuge and falsehood. Beside the savage desire within him to realise the enormities which he brooded on nothing was sacred.

What innumerable follies laid waste my waking and sleeping thoughts after that evening! I wished to annihilate the tedious intervening days. I chafed against the work of school. At night in my bedroom and by day in the classroom her image came between me and the page I strove to read.

It filled me with fear, and yet I longed to be nearer to it and to look upon its deadly work.

It's when it's all over that you'll miss him, said my aunt.

he wanted to meet in the real world the unsubstantial image which his soul so constantly beheld

Thalatta! Thalatta!

Her image accompanied me even in places the most hostile to romance.

The ambition which he felt astir in at times in the darkness of his soul sought no outlet.

For that are you pining, the bark of their applause?

perfume of embraces all him assailed with hungered flesh obscurely he mutely craved to adore

Tütüncüden d??ar? f?rlay?p ad?yla sesleniyorum. Dönüyor ve benden dersler, saatler, dersler, saatler boyu dinlediÄŸi karmakar???k sözcükleri duymak için duruyor: solgun yanaklar? yal?ml? bir opal ?????yla yavaÅŸça pembeleÅŸiyor. Yo, yo, korkma!

In one letter that he had written to her then he had said: 'Why is it that words like these seem to me so dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?

I'm looking out at the desert and thinking of you. I don't know why.

Unfortunately, at a certain age, wanting something you can't be or wanting what you can't have can become a way of life.