Khalil Gibran quote: “My yearning is my cup, my burning thirst is my drink, and my solitude is my intoxication; I do not and shall not quench…”

“I hastened to quench a thirst that had been burning a hole in the mixed metaphor of my life ever since I had fondled a quite different Dolly thirteen years earlier.”

Vladimir Nabokov (1899–1977) Russian-American novelist, lepidopterist, professor

Look at the Harlequins! (1974).

“I, whenever I see thee, thirst, and holding the cup, apply it to my lips more for thy sake than for drinking.”

Philostratus (170) Lucius Flavius Philostratus, Greek sophist of Roman imperial period

XXV. Quoted in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 801-03.
Letters

“I'm looking for someone
to quench my thirst-for all eternity"
-Luna Maxwell”

Ellen Schreiber (1967) American writer

Source: Vampireville

“From my youth upwards
My spirit walk'd not with the souls of men,
Nor look'd upon the earth with human eyes;
The thirst of their ambition was not mine,
The aim of their existence was not mine;
My joys, my griefs, my passions, and my powers
Made me a stranger.”

George Gordon Byron book Manfred

Act II, scene ii.
Manfred (1817)

“O love, whose lordly hand
Has bridled my desires,
And raised my hunger and my thirst
To dignity and pride”

Khalil Gibran (1883–1931) Lebanese artist, poet, and writer

"Love"
The Forerunner (1920)
Context: O love, whose lordly hand
Has bridled my desires,
And raised my hunger and my thirst
To dignity and pride,
Let not the strong in me and the constant
Eat the bread or drink the wine
That tempt my weaker self.
Let me rather starve,
And let my heart parch with thirst,
And let me die and perish,
Ere I stretch my hand
To a cup you did not fill,
Or a bowl you did not bless.

“Let me rather starve,
And let my heart parch with thirst,
And let me die and perish,
Ere I stretch my hand
To a cup you did not fill,
Or a bowl you did not bless.”

Khalil Gibran (1883–1931) Lebanese artist, poet, and writer

"Love"
The Forerunner (1920)
Context: O love, whose lordly hand
Has bridled my desires,
And raised my hunger and my thirst
To dignity and pride,
Let not the strong in me and the constant
Eat the bread or drink the wine
That tempt my weaker self.
Let me rather starve,
And let my heart parch with thirst,
And let me die and perish,
Ere I stretch my hand
To a cup you did not fill,
Or a bowl you did not bless.