Quotes About Longing

You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight and a half years ago. Dare not say that a man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant.

I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you.

If he does not come to me, then ,' said she, 'I shall give him up for ever.

Sometimes the last person on earth you want to be with is the one person you can't be without.

It was for the sake of what had been, rather than what was.

She wished such words unsaid with all her heart

She would have liked to know how he felt as to a meeting. Perhaps indifferent, if indifference could exist under such circumstances. He must be either indifferent or unwilling. Has he wished ever to see her again, he need not have waited till this time; he would have done what she could not but believe that in his place she should have done long ago, when events had been early giving him the indepencence which alone had been wanting.

She longed to know what at the moment was passing in his mind, in what manner he thought of her, and whether, in defiance of everything, she was still dear to him. Perhaps he had been civil only because he felt himself at ease; yet there had been that in his voice which was not like ease. Whether he had felt more of pain or of pleasure in seeing her she could not tell, but he certainly had not seen her with composure." (Jane Austen,"Pride and prejudice", Chapter 43)

JANE: Will you tell me how long you have loved him? ELIZABETH: I believe it must date it from my first seeing his beautiful grounds at Pemberley.

Catherine had never wanted comfort more, and [Henry] looked as if he was aware of it.

All the privilege I claim for my own sex, is that of loving longest, when existence or when hope is gone.

To wish was to hope, and to hope was to expect.

He would look for her- he would find her out long before the evening were over- and at present, perhaps, it was as to be asunder. She was in need of a little interval for recollection.

You have everybody dearest to you always at hand; I, probably, never shall again; and therefore, till I have outlived all my affections, a post office, I think, must always have power to draw me out in worse weather than today.

Ansiaba su estima cuando ya no podía esperar obtenerla; necesitaba oirlo cuando no parecía existir la menor probabilidad de avenencia; estaba convencida de que habría sido dichosa a su lado, cuando no era probable que se produjera un nuevo encuentro entre ambos.

when shall I cease to regret you!—when learn to feel a home elsewhere!

Si entonces no se acerca a mí, pensaba, me olvidaré de él para siempre.

You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you.

Absence with the conviction probably of her indifference, had produced this very natural and desirable effect.

and never had she so honestly felt that she could have loved him, as now, when all love must be vain.

I know I shall probably never see him again, but I cannot bear to think that he is alive in the world and thinking ill of me.

All have been anxious for the attentions of someone whom they wished to please.

Pero, ¡ay!, a pesar de todos sus argumentos, Ana se dio cuenta de que para los sentimientos arraigados ocho años eran poco más que nada.

Broken hearts, unrequited love and inconsolable misery are subjects which, most fortunately, I have only ever read in books.