Quotes About Yearning

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

But I barely noticed these things. I thought only of the small island flung out somewhere in front of me, and the fair-haired boy I hoped I would find there.

Adesso ogni minuto era una goccia di sangue e amore che andava persa.

But the ache for him is stronger than my anger. I want to speak of something not dead or divine. I want him to live.

Pronuncié su nombre, creo, y eso me traspasó: me quedé hueco como un bambú cortado para soplar por él. Nuestra respiración era el único indicio del transcurso del tiempo.

Néanmoins, une partie de moi était lasse d'être aussi craintive et respectueuse, de contempler le paradis en se demandant ce qu'on lui autoriserait.

few of these, so few I can count them on my fingers, I let go. They did not see me as their dinner. They were pious men, honestly lost, and I would feed them, and if there was a handsome one among them I might take him to my bed.

Bu dünyaya bir an daha dayanamayaca??m, diye dü?ündüm. "Öyleyse çocu?um, ba?ka bir dünya yap.

No había en el mundo palabras que yo quisiera oír más que las que él se callaba

They hurried back to their ship, strained at their oars, eager to vanish over the horizon. I watched until the moment they winked out, like a snuffed flame.

I had fed off that look once, when I had been starving and thought such crumbs a feast.

I think; This is what I will miss. I think: I will kill myself rather than miss it. I think: How long do we have?

The grain of his lips seemed to rest a hair's breadth from mine.

He watches me. It seems that he is waiting. 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.

Du trauerst nicht um deinen Vater? - Doch. Ich betrauere, dass ich nie den Vater kennengelernt habe, von dem mir alle erzählen.

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. But perhaps that is how it was meant to be.

Pero cuando se lleva una vida solitaria, se dan pocos precisos momentos en los que un alma se sumerge junto a otra, del mismo modo que, una vez al año, las estrellas rozan la tierra. Para mí Dédalo fue esa clase de constelación.

I had no right to claim him, I knew it. But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such constellation was he to me.

It is like a tomb. This is what it will be, every day, without him.

Las rígidas tiras de cuero se hundieron en la suave piel cuyos contornos yo había seguido con el dedo aquella misma noche. Las manos me temblaron, ávidas de deshacer las tensas correas y liberarle, pero no lo hice.

Dormido bajo aquella luminosidad tan tenue parecía diferente: hermoso pero frío. Me descubrí deseando que despertara para de ese modo poder contemplar cómo revivía.

It softened him. This was a more pleasing tale: the princess swooning at his feet, forswearing her cruel father to be with him. Coming to him at night, in secret, that face of hers the only light. Who could say no?

Il n'y avait rien au monde que j'avais plus envie d'entendre que ce qu'il n'avait pas dit.

His voice then was like a balm upon my raw skin. I yearned for his hands, for all of him, mortal though he was, distant and dying though he would always be.