Quotes About Yearning

Mas, ai! — pois, para o beijo, tão mal colocados estão as nossas narinas e os nossos olhos como malfeitos os lábios —, eis que de súbito os meus olhos cessaram de ver, e o meu nariz, por sua vez , esmagando-se, não sentiu mais nenhum odor, e, sem conhecer mais , por isso, o gosto do rosa desejado, eu soube, por esses detestáveis sinais, que estava enfim beijando as faces de Albertine.

There can be no peace of mind in love, since what one has obtained is never anything but a new starting-point for further desires

To a person who loves, is not absence the most certain, the most effective, the most durable, the most indestructible, the most faithful of presences?

Actually, the very notion that it will come within reach—that there is no fulfillment which will be forever denied us, as long as it has ceased to be a fulfillment we desire—is one which, though true, is only partly true. By the time it comes to us, we have become indifferent to it.

There can be no peace in mind of love, since what one has obtained is never anything but a new starting-point for further desires.

In vain I called upon it now. In vain I compressed the whole landscape into my field of vision, draining it with an exhaustive gaze which sought to extract from it a female creature.

I might go alone as far as the porch of Saint-André-des-Champs: never did I find there the girl whom I should inevitably have met, had I been with my grandfather, and so unable to engage her in conversation.

And if she had appeared, would I have dared to speak to her? I felt that she would have regarded me as mad, for I no longer thought of those desires which came to me on my walks, but were never realized, as being shared by others, or as having any existence apart from myself.

Our desires cut across one another's paths, and in this confused existence it is but rarely that a piece of good fortune coincides with the desire that clamoured for it.

O modo inquisitivo, ansioso, exigente com que olhamos para a pessoa amada, nossa expectativa da palavra que nos vai dar ou tirar a esperança de um encontro para o dia seguinte, e, até que essa palavra seja dita, a nossa imaginação alternada, se não simultânea, da alegria e do desespero, tudo isso torna a nossa atenção em face do ente querido muito trêmula para que se possa obter uma imagem sua devidamente nítida.

But if no reply came from Morel, he could no longer sleep, he no longer knew a moment's peace of mind, so many in number, indeed, are the things that we experience without knowing them, and the profound inner realities that remain hidden from us.

Mademoiselle Albertine gitti!

El deseo nos fuerza a amar lo que nos hará sufrir.

The very desire for the new is merely the hunger of the soul seeking form

Y las dos sombras blancas se turbaron, sin atreverse a decir nada. Porque su beso no tenía ya aguijón, ni olor salvaje, y como el deseo de las ovejas, de las cabras, de los pájaros y de las cigarras disminuía en su corazón, el placer de tocar sus cuerpos no los agitó ya con su estremecimiento.

Cuando me di cuenta que el mundo era como esa naranja me dieron unas ganas tremendas de comerme un pedazo del mundo. Sentía una sed terrible y los dientes se me salían de la boca por ir a darle un mordisco.

Cuando a través de la vida una ha sido una mujer reservada y pudorosa, y con serios intentos de lealtad salpicando esta monotonía, resulta dificilísimo reconocer el deseo. Éste se escapa, esquivo, huye de rama en rama, aflora sólo para volver a ocultarse, temible, a disfrazar los sentires, dejando el interior sin manejo alguno, impredecible.

Y si contemplas las estrellas y se te llena el alma de imposibles, es que mi soledad viene a besarte.

For some reason I want to keep a secret. I want to cup it in my hands and keep it safe like an egg. I want to old it in the corner of my cheek where it is safe and dark.

For some reason I want to keep a secret. I want to cup it in my hands and keep it safe like an egg. I want to fold it in the corner of my cheek where it is safe and dark." -Without Tess, Marcella Pixley

Improvvisamente sentì la gola arsa e la propria solitudine, senza che le due cose avessero un legame reciproco.

Prayers like gravel Flung at the sky's window, hoping to attract the loved one's attention . . . . . . I would have refrained long since but that peering once through my locked fingers I thought that I detected the movement of a curtain.

Passions stem from frustrated desire.

Everybody wants. Without that, what are you? Just an animal taking care of needs.