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Quotes about Yearning

A craving for freedom and independence is generated only in a man still living on hope.
- Albert Camus
All men desire peace, but very few desire those things that make for peace.
- Thomas a Kempis
To want and not to have, sent all up her body a hardness, a hollowness, a strain. And then to want and not to have- to want and want- how that wrung the heart, and wrung it again and again!
- Virginia Woolf
I enjoy almost everything. Yet I have some restless searcher in me. Why is there not a discovery in life? Something one can lay hands on and say "This is it"? My depression is a harassed feeling. I'm looking: but that's not it — that's not it. What is it? And shall I die before I find it?
- Virginia Woolf
I desired always to stretch the night and fill it fuller and fuller with dreams.
- Virginia Woolf
But I pine in Solitude. Solitude is my undoing.
- Virginia Woolf
There was an emptiness about the heart of life; an attic room.
- Virginia Woolf
We are about to part, said Neville. Here are the boxes; here are the cabs. There is Percival in his billycock hat. He will forget me. He will leave my letters lying about among guns and dogs unaswered. I shall send him poems and he will perhaps reply with a picture post card. But it is for that that I love him. I shall propose a meeting - under a clock, by some Cross; and shall wait and he will not come. It is for that that I love him.
- Virginia Woolf
Ransack the language as he might, words failed him. He wanted another landscape, and another tongue.
- Virginia Woolf
There is something I want-something I have come to get, and she fell deeper and deeper without knowing quite what it was, with her eyes closed.
- Virginia Woolf
Never had any boy begged apples as Orlando begged paper; nor sweetmeats as he begged ink. Stealing away from talk and games, he had hidden himself behind curtains, in priest's holes, or in the cupboard behind his mother's bedroom which had a great hole in the floor and smelt horribly of starling's dung, with an inkhorn in one hand, a pen in another, and on his knee a roll of paper.
- Virginia Woolf
Had they not been taken, she asked, to circuses when they were children? Never, he answered, as if she asked the very thing he wanted; had been longing all these days to say, how they did not go to circuses.
- Virginia Woolf