Best 130 quotes in «yearning quotes» category

i am infinitely yearning brimming and overflowing in words i discover it’s another way for me to be in tears.

I am not yearning or seeking new beginnings, instead I make these endless roads my own. "April 23, 2002

I can't tell whether a revived man would appreciate his second chance or yearn for the stolen serenity.

I condemn you. Yet my heart yearns towards you. I would go with you through the fires of death. Yet am happiest alone.

I'm not your blue-eyed Czech, I'm just a brown-eyed girl, A little mix of rock your world, And now you'll never be the same. You grabbed me by the hand, I grabbed you by the neck. I changed the game, and your convictions. So is it criminal to steal a heart or two? I keep them on the shelf, Like only hunters do. I like it hard I like you high I love your mouth When it's on mine. I wanna hear you make that sound, Cause it's the greatest thing around. Take it off now, Take from here. Watch your head spin When I come near, And you will lose every time, Cause I won't stop until your mine. And they say who the hell is she? They either love me or they hate me. But still they never look away, This vixen's gonna give you everything.

I felt in harmony with the disharmony of others, myself, and the world.

If I ever meet you again I’ll just look at your eyes I will try to smile… Smile and savor the moment But we ‘ll live in our own world A world devoid of anxiety and acrimony.

If only you would realize some day, how much have you hurt me, If only your heart ever, craves for me or my presence… If only you feel that love again someday for me, If only you are affected someday by my absence… Only you can end all my suffering and this unbearable pain, If only you would know what you could never procure… If only you go through the memories of past once again, Since the day you left my heart has bled, no one has its cure… If only you would bring that love, those showers and that rain… If only you would come back and see what damage you create, I’ve been waiting for your return since forever more… If only you would see the woman that you have made, You said we cannot sail through, how were you so sure? If only you can feel the old things that can never fade, You may have moved on, but a piece of my heart is still with you… I know how I’ve come so far alone; I know how I’m able to wade, People say that I’m insane and you won’t ever come back again… Maybe you would have never made your separate way, Maybe you would have stayed with me and proved everyone wrong… If only you would know the pain of dying every day, If only you would feel the burden of smiling and being strong…

If there is passion, let me feel its heat. I want my heart to beat fast, my breath raspy, my skin to burn.

If we only see things through the cold-eyed lens of factuality and don’t listen to the yearning and screaming of unexpressed feelings, life may remain bleak in a mire of clinical hollowness, sodden in apathy and indifference. ("Morning after")

If your art is calling to you, its doing so for a reason. You are feeling a pull toward something for which your soul is yearning.

If you yearn to learn, you’ll learn to earn.

If i live on longer, shall i again, i wonder, yearn for these days ? The world that i once saw as bitter, now, is dear to me !

I’m burning in despair Love which you distanced from me Return once again I’ll forgive you again Return, Page 19

I miss you like the mismatching sock I can't find. You're out there somewhere.

Ist es wahr, was der Straßenkehrer gesagt hat? Dass alles Böse mit dem Vergessen einer Sehnsucht beginnt?« »Es beginnt früher«, antwortet der Dschinn. »Es beginnt immer mit einer verlorenen Hoffnung.« Und später, viel später, als der Knabe schon an die Spiele denkt, die er bald spielen wird, murmelt der Dschinn, längst wieder allein und eingeschlossen in seinem Turm aus Eis, noch einmal vor sich hin: »Niemand vermag zu ermessen, wohin es mit einem kommen kann, der die Hoffnung verloren hat …

I'm looking at the sea on the wall, and even though it's a copy of a copy of the Aegean, I wish you would grab me and take me to Greece.

. . .in your light, had I learned to love, here in your beauty, could I speak knowing of this space close within as the breath held inside a garden rose, there— there is no time.

I knew what it was to yearn for a life so distant it seemed that it had never been anything more than a dream.

I, too, head for the Baths of Caracalla, thinking—with my old, magnificent privilege of thinking… (And let there still be a god in me that thinks, lost, weak, and childish, yet whose voice is so human it is almost a song.) Oh, to leave this prison of poverty! To be free of the yearning that makes these ancient nights so splendid! He who knows yearning, and he who does not, have something in common: man’s desires are humble.

It was just the golden sunlight, ink-stain asphalt and the woman he’d always wished was his.

I wasn’t at all comforted by that idea, by the possibility of multiple afterlives and a soul hungering through them for eternity.

I wish I had water. I wish I had something to read.

I wonder if you ever read my poems and wish they were written for you.

LONG YEARNING Long yearning, To be in Chang'an. The grasshoppers weave their autumn song by the golden railing of the well; Frost coalesces on my bamboo mat, changing its colour with cold. My lonely lamp is not bright, I’d like to end these thoughts; I roll back the hanging, gaze at the moon, and long sigh in vain. The beautiful person's like a flower beyond the edge of the clouds. Above is the black night of heaven's height; Below is the green water billowing on. The sky is long, the road is far, bitter flies my spirit; The spirit I dream can't get through, the mountain pass is hard. Long yearning, Breaks my heart.

It hurts to breathe. It hurts to live. I hate her, yet I do not think I can exist without her.

Maybe she had it wrong all this time and her empty heart could never be filled by his ingenious broken spirit. Maybe this yearning had nothing to do with him, and everything to do with her.

It is rooted deep in your bones; the water calls out to you until it causes you physical pain unless you come to it.

Love is circumstantial; we can love anyone if need be; and losing the one we love is the singular catastrophe. Time does not heal it. Every present moment yearns for even the roughest past.

Loving you is no more a beautiful memory, but now just a pain, I cry and weep every time I walk down the memory lane, Your love always completed me in every sense as a whole, But now it’s just emptiness and sorrow in my heart that drains, Of all the people in the world, you choose me to be hurt, Of all the hearts in the world, you choose mine to break… Why did you leave me I ask myself every morning and dawn? Why my love was incomplete tell me why you were gone? A silence surrounds my heart and fills it again with despair, Oh this pain is just too much, and the damage beyond repair, Please come back baby, just come back and bring that old smile, Or just come to see me every once in a while, So my heart no more bleeds, and no more my soul aches, So I can be peaceful after my death, in my ashes and burnt flakes…

my heart, sometimes singing in the afternoon, the most haunting song of solitude

My poems are my prayers for my Love, And in this way only, I have chosen to worship Him in this life. O you, witness of my joys, And follower of my madness. Will you read them aloud every time, So may He hear my grievances, That how much I have yearned Him in this life.

MOTHER IS WATER I wish I could Shower your head with flowers And anoint your feet with my tears, For I know I have caused you So much heartache, frustration and despair – Throughout my youthful years. I wish I could give you The remainder of my life To add to yours, Or simply erase The lines on your face, And mend all that has been torn. For next to God, You are the fire That has given light To the flame in each of my eyes. You are the fountain That nourished my growth, And from your chalice – Gave me life. Without the wetness of your love, The fragrance of your water, Or the trickling sounds of Your voice, I shall always feel thirsty.

Oh, do you understand what I mean? Have you ever felt that about the Moon? Have you ever ached with the sheer beauty of it?

part memory part distance remaining mine in the ways that I learn to miss you

Oh pillow, please continue to kiss my cheek round. I'll let you listen to my dreams to see the girl you'll never meet.

One day incentives may catch up with inflation, but it will never catch up with our aspirations.

My earnest desire for you has brought me to a point, where the life I've imagined we shall have, seems like a distant memory.

Poetry is the yearning of the soul to break free!

Remember when we were children and life was simple; how I yearn to return to those days.

She wondered how many towns like this existed all over the country?Bucolic scenery on the outside, with its own private soap operas, gossips and hells on the inside. She wondered if the suburbs in huge cities were merely a collection of small towns, piled on top of each other and each place was ultimately the same. The thought struck her as exceedingly depressing. However, her spirits were not in their best shape.

She made him yearn for a future his kind could never have, and a connection he sure as hell didn’t deserve.

She was my opposite, but I wanted to be like her. I wanted to fall in love underneath a tree, fast and hard. I wanted someone to forget me and then remember me in their soul, like her Caleb did.

Sometimes, we do ourselves a disservice to yearn for what we've lost. For if we try to find it again, we might discover faults and blemishes memory has been kind enough to erase.

One is in 'Waiting' Even after it's over Grief comes to stay Never up for closure ... There is no escape ever One is always yearning Grief envelops those Left behind in 'waiting' ... ‘Staying stuck’ in pain Hiding deep in the heart 'Let go' ! Yes, but how To make a new start ... One has to live in the Dark blind ‘Black-hole’ Until Light would grace Rekindling a 'Whole' (Page 49)

that I thought of you—of the air that slipped between the strands of your hair, and blue stones in my hand, before the autumn damasks bloom their last, before these blue stones are lain forgotten as the blossoms of plum trees I could not render in my artless hands

Success is transient. Failure makes us diligent. But yearning to succeed is constant.

The fairest things have fleetest end, Their scent survives their close: But the rose's scent is bitterness To her who loved the rose.

Siang merenggangkan kita. Aku. Kamu. Membuatku mendadak terserang rindu yang menggebu-gebu.

The ocean exerts an inexorable pull over sea people wherever they are-in a bright-lit, inland city or the dead center of a desert-and when they feel the tug there is no choice but somehow to reach it and stand at its immense, earth-dissolving edge, straightaway calmed.