Quotes About Yearning

I was looking for something, I realized, though I could not say what.

The fame she had described was what all mortals yearn for. It is their only hope of immortality

Onu sevseydim çoktan çekip gitmi? olurdu, oysa kaç?nmam tekrar tekrar geri dönmesine neden oluyordu.

So you see, in my way, I was eager for what came.

So many years I had spent as a child sifting his bright features for his thoughts, trying to glimpse among them one that bore my name. But he was a harp with only one string, and the note it played was himself.

That word between us, Ithaca, like the breaking of a spell.

Go, he waits for you.

There was an ache in my stomach, like hunger or despair.

I lean forward and our lips land clumsily on each other. They are like the fat bodies of bees, soft and round and giddy with pollen. I can taste his mouth — hot and sweet with honey from dessert. My stomach trembles, and a warm drop of pleasure spreads beneath my skin. More .

Ama yaln?z bir ya?amda, ba?ka bir ruhun sizinkinin yan?na damlad??? ender anlar vard?r, y?ld?zlar?n senede bir defa yeryüzüne sürünüp geçmesi gibi.

I hoped that you would come," he said. My stomach rolled, awash with nerves and relief at once. I drank him in, the bright hair, the soft curve of his lips upwards. My joy was so sharp I did not dare to breathe.

Ama yaln?z bir ya?amda, bir ba?ka ruhun sizinkinin yan?na damlad??? ender anlar vard?r, y?ld?zlar?n senede bir defa yeryüzüne sürünüp geçmesi gibi.

Bring him back to me,

If he had looked at me then, I would have broken. I would have begun to weep and never stopped.

Briseis," I said. "If I ever wished to take a wife, it would be you." "But you do not wish to take a wife." "No," I said, as gently as I could.

Esas milésimas de segundo donde se encontraban la línea de nuestras miradas eran el único momento de mi jornada en que yo sentía algo: el súbito vuelco en el estómago, el flujo de la ira. Era como un pez mirando desde el anzuelo.

En qué piensas? Era Aquiles, venía a mi encuentro. Su voz sonó muy alta en la silenciosa arboleda, pero no me sobresalté. En parte, esperaba que acudiera. Yo quería que lo hiciera. —En nada —contesté. No era cierto, claro, supongo que esa respuesta nunca lo es.

did not have a thousand wiles, and I was no fixed star, yet for the first time I felt something in that space. A hope, a living breath, that might yet grow between.

I reached across that breathing air between us and found him.

I waited. I still hoped Glaucos would think of me. I would have married him in a moment. But I found myself hoping for another thing too, which I would not have believed the day before: that he would weep all the salt in his veins for Scylla's return, holding fast to her as his one, true love.

He puts a hand down, to lean against. The muscles in his arm curve softly, appearing and disappearing as he moves. His eyes are deep green on mine. My pulse jumps, for no reason I can name. He has look at me a thousand thousand times, but there is something different in this gaze, an intensity I do not know. My mouth is dry, and I can hear the sound of my throat as I swallow.

Almost, I can imagine that this is my life, held in the sweet circle of her arms. I would marry her, and we would have a child. Perhaps if I had never known Achilles.

I grieved for him, my hands empty and idle, plucking the air like birds peck at dry earth.

Mi tiene così stretto che riesco a sentire il debole battito del suo petto, come le ali di una falena. Un'eco, l' ultimo brandello di spirito ancora imbrigliato al mio corpo. Un tormento.