Quotes About Longing

Sometimes Füsun yawned so beautifully that I would think that she had forgotten the entire world and that she was drawing from the depths of her soul a more peaceful life, as one might draw cold water from a well on a hot summer day.

Deschisesem discuÈ›ia deoarece È™tiam c? la È™aptezeci È™i trei de ani, când nu avea s? mai poat? tânji dup? alte vieÈ›i, Rüya avea, în sfârÈ™it, s? m? iubeasc?.

I tried desperately to remember her, only to realize that despite love, a face long not seen finally fades.

Eskiden Ä°stanbul daha fakir, daha küçük, daha mutluydu deseler inanmazd?m belki, ama kalbim böyle diyordu. Çünkü arkamda b?rakt???m sevgilimin evi yerli yerinde ?hlamur ve kestane aÄŸaçlar?n?n içindeydi, ama kap?dan sordum bir baÅŸkas? oturuyordu art?k orada.

There's a strangeness in my mind," said Mevlut. "No matter what I do, I feel completely alone in this world." "You will never feel that way again now that I'm with you," said Rayiha with maternal feeling. As Rayiha snuggled up to him, Mevlut watched her dreamlike reflection in the window of the teahouse, and he knew that he would never forget this moment.

Pe când îmi spuneam asta, oblonul potopit de ghea?? s-a deschis brusc È™i, dup? doisprezece ani, am v?zut-o acolo, în cadrul ferestrei care lucea în lumina soarelui, pe minunata mea iubit?, cu chipul ei frumos pierdut între ramurile pline de z?pad?. Iubita mea cu ochii negri se uita, oare, la mine sau privea dincolo de mine, spre o alt? via???

My dark beloved, my troubled hero, were you unable to sleep for thinking of me the whole night? Is that why the blush has left your face?

Havadan sudan söz ettikten ve gerekli bilgi formlar?n? titizlikle doldurduktan sonra, sorunumu sorunca, doktora, bir an, sevgilimi kaybettiÄŸim için kendimi uzaya yollanm?? bir köpek gibi yaln?z hissettiÄŸimi söylemek geldi içimden...

The bird does not have an instinct to fly South in winter without a real South to match it; nor has the Creator given to us these heart yearnings, soul longings for a larger, completer life, for an opportunity for a full expression of our possibilities, nor the longing for immortality, without a reality to match them.

it is always what we want, not what we have, that claims our attention.

We have to go. I'm almost happy here.

This emotion I'm feeling now, this is love, right? I don't know. Is it a longing? Is it a giddy stupid happiness just because you're with me? Yes, she said. That's influenza, said Miro. Watch for nausea or diarrhea within a few hours.

I didn't want to see you. They told me. I was afraid that I'd still love you. I hoped that you would.

What am I now, Alai? Still good. At what? At--anything. There's a million soldiers who'd follow you to the end of the universe. I don't want to go to the end of the universe. So where do you want to go? They'll follow you. I want to go home, thought Ender, but I don't know where it is.

I'll have that someday, thought Peter. Someone who'll kiss me good-bye at the door. Or maybe just someone to put a blindfold over my head before they shoot me. Depending on how things turn out.

Bean could see the hunger in their eyes. Not the regular hunger, for food, but the real hunger, the deep hunger, for family, for love, for belonging.

Take me home, he said silently to Graff. In my dream you said you loved me. Take me home

The ways of love are strange and hard: The love you want is always barred; The love you have you want to change. The ways of love are hard and strange.

someone's sent a loving note in lines of returning geese and as the moon fills my western chamber as petals dance over the flowing stream again I think of you the two of us living a sadness apart a hurt that can't be removed yet when my gaze comes down my heart stays up

What did this portend? He still breathed, the instruments did not change, his heart beat on. But he called to Peter. Did this mean that he longed to live the life of his child of the mind, Young Peter? Or in some kind of delirium was he speaking to his brother the Hegemon? Or earlier, his brother as a boy. Peter, wait for me. Peter, did I do well? Peter, don't hurt me. Peter, I hate you. Peter for one smile of yours I'd die or kill. What was his message?

But it was not the boyish grin she had known when he bounded along the low-gravity inner corridors of Battle School. This smile had weariness in it, and old fears long mastered but still present. It was the smile of wisdom.

All dreams. If there was love or pity for him, it was only in his dreams.

So this is love, he said to himself, trying to examine his own overwhelming feelings with the rational fragment of his mind. This is the powerful, horrible longing that made Mother marry that miserable tyrant I had to call Father. How many unbelievably stupid heroes in stories did insanely dangerous things because they were in love? More to the pint, how many insane things am I going to do because of it?

Home was merely a dull ache in the back of his memory. A tiredness in his eyes.