Quotes About Longing

Did you ever say hello to a girl you almost married long ago? Did she smile the same captivating smile, and give your arm a hug in a gesture you'd almost forgotten? Did the wrinkles as she smiled make you wonder what marvellous times you'd missed? That's how I felt about Berlin every time I came back here.

Keep the home fires burning,While your hearts are yearning;Though your lads are far awayThey dream of home.There's a silver liningThrough the dark cloud shining;Turn the dark cloud inside out,Till the boys come home.

I'll never stop loving you. I don't know how and I don't want to.

Mother, you had me, but I never had you.

All of my life Where have you been I wonder if I'll ever see you again And if that day comes I know we could win I wonder if I'll ever see you again

love is by definition free and if he choose to go when I would have him stay perhaps I'll die a bit but I'd rather so than taste his absent minded kiss and lie uneasy in a masked embrace

A tradition is entrusted to human personalities which it reflects. What a man recalls as a word or an experience of the master is, even against his will and without his knowledge, colored by his own personality and character, by the littleness and the greatness in him, by his hopes, his longing, and his faith.

God, who is infinitely good, would not place in human hearts this desire for perfect happiness if there were no way in which that desire could be satisfied.

July 29, 1949 letter to Truman Capote, in Tangiers, Morocco) You have probably never received those delicious epistles which I never wrote—let alone sent. But there you are selling grain in the marketplace with little Jane [Bowles]—and now both of you adored by Berbers and strange wide-eyed men such as have never adored me. When are you coming home to your sweet old bald-head mom?

Svaki pogled njenih o?iju, svaku re? iz njenih usta želim da imam samo za sebe. To što ne mogu da se odvojim od nje, to što ne mogu da ustanem i zauvek završim s time! To boli, to gori u meni!" "Ali demonima pakla je data sva mo?, nastupio je dan, poslednji dan, sudnji dan, sotona trijumfuje nad grešnom dušom, i jadikuju?i ljudski glas se ruši sa visine i tone u Judinom smehu o?ajanja.

Vittorin è lì in piedi, vuol vederla un'altra volta. Aspetta. Quattro minuti. Sei minuti. Adesso deve andare. Molte coppie sono passate davanti alla porta al ritmo della danza, facce sconosciute hanno guardato indifferenti dalla sua parte, forse c'era anche il viso di Franzi, lui non lo sa.

He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.

The whole world is divided for me into two parts: one is she, and there is all happiness, hope, light; the other is where she is not, and there is dejection and darkness...

He stepped down, avoiding any long look at her as one avoids long looks at the sun, but seeing her as one sees the sun, without looking.

He went down trying not to look long at her, as though she were the sun, but he saw her, as one sees the sun, without looking.

He looked at her as a man looks at a faded flower he has gathered, with difficulty recognizing in it the beauty for which he picked and ruined it. And in spite of this he felt that then, when his love was stronger, he could, if he had greatly wished it, have torn that love out of his heart; but now when as at that moment it seemed to him he felt no love for her, he knew that what bound him to her could not be broken.

What am I coming for?" he repeated, looking straight into her eyes. "You know that I have come to be where you are," he said; "I can't help it.

I ask one thing: I ask the right to hope and suffer as I do now." Vronsky

Always the same. Now a spark of hope flashes up, then a sea of despair rages, and always pain; always pain, always despair, and always the same. When alone he had a dreadful and distressing desire to call someone, but he knew beforehand that with others present it would be still worse.

I felt a wish never to leave that room - a wish that dawn might never come, that my present frame of mind might never change.

She put both her hands on his shoulders and gazed at him long, with a deep look of ecstasy and yet searchingly. She scrutinized his face to make up for the time she had not seen him. She compared, as she did at every interview with him, the image her fancy painted of him (incomparably finer than, and impossible in actual existence) with his real self

How strange it is that when I was a child I tried to be like a grownup, yet as soon as I ceased to be a child I often longed to be like one.

I didn't know you were going. What are you coming for?" she said, letting fall the hand with which she had grasped the doorpost. And irrepressible delight and eagerness shone in her face. "What am I coming for?" he repeated, looking straight into her eyes. "You know that I have come to be where you are," he said, "I can't help it.

I miss you already.