Edmund Spenser Quotes

Today I will go to wait for her again, because I cannot help it, because my whole being seems now to be bound up in the being of one so different from myself and yet so exquisitely familiar that I can scarely understand what has happened.

Like a prisoner awaiting his release, like a schoolboy when the end of term is near, like a migrant bird ready to fly south ... I long to be gone.

Ah when will this long weary day have end, And lend me leave to come unto my love? How slowly do the hours their numbers spend! How slowly does sad Time his feathers move!

Before you, I believed love was making love. Waiting only makes me love you more.

I have always found it difficult to wait for things - whether it was to see my father or sailor brother, Alan, again after their long sea trips, or the chance of a better job, or even new curtains.

Boredom: the desire for desires.

I've always been very impatient. At age 10 I frankly found life boring, and I can remember age 9 having the awful thought, as it seems now looking back on it, A war! That should liven things up a bit!

Desire increases when fulfillment is postponed.

I've been dying to play.

For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.

May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.

On one hand, it seems like I've waited a long time for this.

I hate to wait. When I want something, I want it now.

If you desire, you are restless.

Love...., ever unsatisfied, lives always in the moment that is about to come.

Waiting is a dry desert between where we are and where we want to be. (Finding My Way Home)

Oh, hasten not this loving act, Rapture where self and not-self meet: My life has been the awaiting you, Your footfall was my own heart's beat.

I start to unbutton his shirt. "Got to get these clothes off," I mutter. "You don't know how long I've waited to hear you say that." Smile. Lopsided. Sexy.

Up on the roof Tatiana thought about the evening minute, the minute she used to walk out the factory doors, turn her head to the left even before her body turned, and look for his face. The evening minute as she hurried down the street, her happiness curling her mouth upward to the white sky, the red wings speeding her to him, to look up at him and smile.

Love cannot in its very nature be peaceful or content. It is a restlessness, an unsatisfaction. I can grant a lasting love just as I can grant a lasting unsatisfaction; but the lasting love cannot be coupled with possession, for love is pain and desire and possession is easement and fulfilment.

I have always been the lover - never the beloved - and I have spent much of my life waiting for trains, planes, boats, footsteps, doorbells, letters, telephones, snow, rain, thunder.

God only knows how much I'd love you if you let me, but I can't break through at all.

All lovers live by longing, and endure: Summon a vision and declare it pure.