Quotes About Yearning

I hope you never love anything as much as I love you.

I hated the gnawing longing that accompanied having everything.

hope you never think about anything as much as I think about you.

Ze wil weten of ik van haar hou, dat is eigenlijk het enige wat de ene mens van de ander wil, het gaat niet om de liefde op zich, maar om het idee dat de liefde er is.

His words fell through him, trying to find the floor of his sadness.

Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living

How, after all, can one miss something one has never known?

Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.

Ze wil weten of ik van haar hou, dat is eigenlijk het enige wat de ene mens van de ander wil, het gaat niet om de liefde op zich, maar om het idee dat de liefde er is, zoiets als nieuwe batterijen in een zaklantaarn in de noodkist in de gangkast

Ik dacht, het is jammer dat we moeten leven, maar het is doodzonde dat we maar één leven krijgen, want als ik twee levens had gehad, had ik er eentje met haar doorgebracht. Dan was ik bij haar in de flat blijven wonen

I couldn't explain to her that I missed him more, more than she or anyone else missed him, because I could't tell her about what happened with the phone. That secret was a hole in the middle of me that every happy thing fell into.

Che cosa ama di questo grattacielo? le ha chiesto Mr Black. Lei ha risposto: Se sapessi rispondere non sarebbe vero amore, giusto?

Maybe we're just missing things we've lost, or hoping for what we want to come.

I like to see people reunited, maybe that's a silly thing, but what can I say, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can't tell fast enough, the eyes that can't take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone…

Thinking about her is the next best thing!

He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else. I am not sad.

Sadness of feeling the need to create beautiful things;

It was not the feeling of completeness I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty

I could drink a case of you, darlin'...and I would still be on my feet, yes I would still be on my feet...

Oh you're in my blood like holy wine You taste so bitter and so sweet Oh I could drink a case of you darling And I would still be on my feet Oh I would still be on my feet

Ai, nunca mais seus lábios, sua língua, nunca mais sua ardida boca de cebola crua!

Deseos, apego, anhelos y expectativas; he aquí las raíces de nuestro sufrimiento.

Siempre he pensado que en el amor no hay parejas, ni triángulos amorosos, sino una fila india donde uno quiere al que tiene delante, y éste a su vez al que tiene delante de sí y así sucesivamente, y el que está detrás me quiere a mí y a ése lo quiere el que le sigue en la fila y así sucesivamente, pero siempre queriendo a quien nos da la espalda. Y al último de la fila no lo quiere nadie.

What man of us has never felt, walking through the twilight or writing down a date from his past, that he has lost something infinite?