Quotes About Yearning

It's not until a person's world blows up in front of his very face that he yearns for the return of that subtle boredom and

He fished steadily, trying to fight down a dragging, aching sense of loss, wondering how one's brain should know all the sensible answers while one's emotions longed for the unattainable.

Missing is one of the true tragedies in life," he says. "That ache that nothing soothes. I thought time would soften it. It's supposed to, isn't it? But all these years later, I still long for what I had. What we all had. What is no more.

it's like a squid in love with the sky.

We relished the small freedoms granted to us, but wanted more. We read Ginsberg's Howl, and longed for the day when we too could sing out of our windows in despair.

Em todas as ruas te encontro em todas as ruas te perco conheço tão bem o teu corpo sonhei tanto a tua figura que é de olhos fechados que eu ando a limitar a tua altura e bebo a água e sorvo o ar que te atravessou a cintura tanto tão perto tão real que o meu corpo se transfigura e toca o seu próprio elemento num corpo que já não é seu num rio que desapareceu onde um braço teu me procura Em todas as ruas te encontro em todas as ruas te perco

Merecemos o nosso passo de bichos de dilúvio merecemos que nos ceguem todos os dias merecemos estar sozinhos rodeados de prédios merecemos ter connosco toda a vontade fim princípio moleza de costumes [...]

Quiero la esencia. Mi alma tiene prisa...

Desire only that which is within you.

Promoters of free institutions, myself included, love to say that liberty is a universal yearning, but so is the wish to eat.

The young man murmured in his sleep and said, "Dear Sparrow," and Sparrow felt, for the first time, how the purest joy could be a heaviness.

did I yearn for a new eye as a window to the outside world, or for the world to look in on me?

Só a quero porque não a posso ter.Como um rapaz imberbe

Was there anything more cruel than to want something after years of not wanting, and to know you cannot have it?

We reached for each other, and I thought of how many nights I had lain awake loving him in silence.

Bring him back to me,' he told them.

Patroclus, he says, Patroclus. Patroclus. Over and over until it is sound only.

You cannot know how frightened gods are of pain. There is nothing more foreign to them, and so nothing they ache more deeply to see.

I almost did not come, because I did not want to leave it." He smiled. "Now I know how to make you follow me everywhere." The sun sank below Pelion's ridges, and we were happy.

I shift, an infinitesimal movement, towards him. It is like the leap from a waterfall. I do not know, until then, what I am going to do.

When he was gone, would I be like Achilles, wailing over his lost lover Patroclus? I tried to picture myself running up and down the beaches, tearing at my hair, cradling some scrap of old tunic he had left behind. Crying out for the loss of half my soul. I could not see it. That knowledge brought its own sort of pain.

If I had had words to speak such a thing, I would have. But there were none that seemed big enough for it, to hold that swelling truth. As if he had heard me, he reached for my hand. I did not need to look; his fingers were etched into my memory, slender and petal-veined, strong and quick and never wrong. "Patroclus," he said. He was always better with words than I.

The flames surround me, and I feel myself slipping further from life, thinning to only the faintest shiver in the air. I yearn for the darkness and silence of the underworld, where I can rest.

There was nothing in the world I wanted more than to know what he had not said.