Quotes About Yearning

I missed him so much that it felt like a physical pain in the area below my ribs. I opened my mouth to accommodate it. I put my hand to it. A hollow, aching, piercing place.

Every morning I watched the sun rise and read a highly religious little meditation book and tried having a conversation with God. I waited for that sense of the presence of a Higher Power that I'd heard of. I chastised myself for not being open to real spiritual experience. It was one of the loneliest things I've ever done.

I look out into the dark, which is made of velvet so soft and heavy you could gather it up in your hands if you weren't locked in.

I do not remember very many things from the inside out. I do not remember what it felt like to touch things, or how bathwater traveled over my skin. I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break. Even now, when people lean down to touch me, or hug me, or put a hand on my shoulder, I hold my breath. I turn my face. I want to cry.

Pale as the moon I lie in fruitless fantasy.

You want, you want, you want; when you're so lucky to have, to have, to have.

James it's about your sister I wonder if you missed her I'm on my way to see you but I don't know what to bring Almost gave up the ghost, now you have what she wants most a little piece of heaven and a lovely song to sing.

All I want is some man to take delight in me. 5:30? 6:30 A.M. as usual, no cigs. Better a maudlin drunk than a sterile one. My pimples are more like small boils; I have the plague. My lip is split. My tits are swollen and I can't ever sleep. I now breathe with my heart, which skips rope. Back to sex?

Wenn man erst einmal weiß, Weiß man auch, daß man weiß, Und wüßte lieber nicht. Aber zu spät. Schon weiß man, daß auch Die Hoffnung nie wieder, Nie wieder einkehrt, nie wieder; Sondern quer übers Meer, ade, Denen zusegelt, die Noch nicht wissen, Noch etwa wissen, Daß es etwas Zu wissen Gibt.

Ob alle Liebenden so einsam sind?

So starb ich tausendmal. Doch da du kamst, Mocht ich das Glück, dir nah zu sein, nicht stören. Wie aber solltest du mein Schweigen hören, Da du doch nicht einmal mein Wort vernahmst ...

If I have to stay my whole life here, without ever experiencing there, I'll evaporate.

I just want to escape my own body and project sunlight on to the walls for her to see, so she warms up and yearns for my arms.

Los días pasan, la noche permanece. Te echo de menos.

Pensar en ti es como lanzar al fuego copos de nieve. Algo así como una forma de felicidad que me da miedo más o menos para siempre.

A falta de hablar con ella, hablaba de ella.

Endorfina se cala un Camel light entre los rubíes que le sirven de labios y exhala un cúmulo para Playmóbiles. Me gustaría ser un Camel light: rodar entre sus dedos, atravesar su paladar de princesa, trasformarme en humo ligero y descender haciendo rápel por su esófago, lamer sus senos desde dentro antes de acabar convertido en una flor de alquitrán plantada en sus pulmones.

Les jours passent, la nuit reste. Maintenant, tu me manques. Des fois c'est tes bras, des fois c'est tes pas dont je crois reconnaître le bruit. La plupart du temps, c'est toi en entier, avec ta voix et tes petites façons d'être ma mère.

No nos miramos de verdad. No nos tocamos de verdad, apenas nos dijimos nada. Sus ojos demasiado grandes en la piel de porcelana, y esa manera extraña de pedir perdón por sonreír. Sus labios, que revoloteaban como un copo de nieve perdido en una playa estival, y yo, que trataba de cazarlo con mi nevera demasiado grande. Un cataclismo disfrazado de beso en miniatura. Más poderoso que un ejército de rayos. El beso más pequeño nunca visto. Impacto de luz y luego nada.

Antes de conocer el sabor de las fresas con azúcar, uno no las pide todos los días.

Ama büyük a?k duygusu, ilk par?lt?n?n az ötesinde kendini kan?tlamaya kalk?nca, küvetteki bir yük gemisi gibi karaya oturmaya mahkumdur. Böylece daha çok yere ihtiyaç duyulur, daha fazla ve daha fazla yere… Aydan büyük bir zevk al?n?r, ama güne? de istenir. (syf. 78)

Tânjeam dup? o dragoste mai mare ca dealul Arthur's Seat ?i acum m-am pomenit cu un lan? de mun?i care îmi cre?te direct sub oase.

Am urcat scara de incendiu purtat de dorin?a de a ?ti totul despre aceast? siren? cereasc?. Iar acum a? sta pironit, pân? când mijesc zorii, doar s? m? uit la spectacolul buzelor ei frem?t?toare.

A? vrea s? m? preschimb într-un Camel light. S? m? r?suceasc? ea pe degete, s? ating cerul gurii ei împ?r?te?ti, s? devin un fuior de fum sub?ire ?i s? m? rostogolesc pe esofag, s? ling partea l?untric? a sânilor ?i, în cele din urm?, s? prind r?d?cini în pl?mânii ei ca o floare neagr? de catran.