Quotes About Yearning

Em persegueixo més ençà dels sentits perquè hi ha sempre algun íntim espai de mi que em manca.

Tinc ancorades a no sé quin port les barques del retorn, i m'avindria potser a desarborar-ne tots els pals a canvi de no res, perquè ara ja no em sedueix intensament cap ruta i em fa falta ben poc per sobreviure.

Cansadament potser, o tal vegada més allunyat que mai del joc que incita, espero algun senyal, una paraula o un gest tal volta que reveli tota la densitat del buit que m'acompanya i em torni la perduda lucidesa.

En un home de fusta em converteixo per vell i per mesell i solitari. Tot m'és sobrer fora de tu que em manques i tot m'emplena tanmateix de vida. No moriré de mort fantasiosa, sinó d'una absurda i lenta malaltia que em podrirà com us podriu vosaltres.

ESCRIC DE TU Escric de tu i de mi per recordar-te. La tarda em pesa suaument als muscles i dibuixa l'espai en què et retrobo sense tenir-te. Tota l'esperança se'm fa desig intens a la mirada i l'ombra de tu pels marges solitaris. Escric de tu i de mi, des d'aquest angle de tarda que ens pertany perquè vam fer-ne l'àmbit fecund i clar dels nostres somnis.

Pur en l'oblit, i encès, i solitari, que tot se'm faci pedra de desig, arbre de llum, refugi de silenci.

El buit és un preu alt per sobreviure quan no voldries més que reposar i beure a petits glops la poca vida que et falta per viure. Consirós i lúcid et revoltes - contra què No pots fugir de tu mateix ni ho vols. Tota pregunta ha esdevingut inútil i ho seria també tota resposta.

Sovint, de nit, em desvetlla l'enyor i faig recompte, ingenu i greu, de tantes afinitats perdudes, dels propòsits desats en un calaix per no fer nosa.

Sometimes God feels very far away, and so we long for God. Not because we believe that God and self are ultimately existentially separate, but because here in the midst of our relative reality our souls yearn to return to where we come from: Absolute Love.

Letting your heart break open all over again when you remember the unbearable beauty of the Beloved's in visible face.

Life is just this way, broken, and I am crazy to hope for something else.

I could not make a move without making love.

We don't have intercourse anymore. I'm not complaining, it's my own fault. I lie there beside him and try to send signals to my vagina, but it's like trying to get cable channels on a Tv that doesn't have cable. My mind requests sex, but my vagina is just waiting for the next time it has to pee. It thinks its whole job in life is to pee.

We had loved people we really shouldn't have loved and then married other people in order to forget our impossible loves, or we had once called out hello into the cauldron of the world and then run away before anyone could respond.

She was a very beautiful person who was missing something very ugly. Her winnings were the absence of something, and this quality hung around her.

We had loved people we really shouldn't have loved and then married other people in order to forget our impossible loves, or we had called out hello into the cauldron of the world and then run away before anyone could respond.

I always had to resist the urge to go to him like a wife, as if we'd already been a couple for a hundred thousand lifetimes.

Always running and always wanting to go back but always being farther and farther away until finally it was just a scene in a movie where a girl says hello into the cauldron of the world and you are just a woman watching the movie with her husband on the couch and his legs are across your lap and you have to go to the bathroom.

I had a joint once and I didn't feel right for a whole year.

I always had to resist the urge to go to him like a wife, as if we'd already been a couple for a hundred thousand lifetimes. Caveman and cavewoman. King and queen. Nuns

Quería perforarlo, hacerle un agujero y llenar ese agujero con mi cuerpo.

When unrequited love is the most expensive thing on the menu, sometimes you settle for the daily special.

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