Quotes About Yearning

A vida, porém, é tão boa, e tanto se quer viver, e a vida tanto nos seduz que chega a girar e girar algo diante de nossos olhos...

They open their wings, flash patterns and color, fly from flower toflower. I, with the dark brittles and many feet of the former form, inchalong the ground. Sometimes all I want is two armfuls of air, a fistful of sky.

They open their wings, flash patterns and colors, fly from flower to flower. I, with the dark bristles and many feet of the former form, inch along the ground. Sometimes all I want is two armfuls of air, a fistful of sky.

My room is so quiet and empty it hurts.

There are so many things that I want so badly to tell you but I just can't.

I sang from my belly, from my intricate system of female parts, and from those sacs inside me that wouldn't show up on an ultrasound but held all the rocks and stones and broken glass of want and need I'd managed to collect in seventeen years.

There isn't a particle of you that I don't know, remember, and want.

It's like living near a bakery but never eating any bread. Every day you walk the streets, the smell of it in your nose, your stomach growling, but no matter how many corners you turn, you can never enter the actual store. The

Dreamers will always dream.

She felt like a ghost lying under him, watching him work, as if he were making love to her shadow..

Yet part of her life seemed gone, a voice of love from the other end of a telephone was missing.

It's not God I want, it's someone in skin!" a child once cried out to his mother. With an almost unbearable honesty, he expressed the extravagant—and even sacrilegious—nature of parent-child love. "Thou shalt have no other gods before me," God boomed in the desert. But parents and children do have a way of filling the universe with each other.

I'll have what she's having.

I've never been the one. Not for anybody." He closed the distance between them. "You'll get used to it." He tipped her face up to his, kissed her. "Why? Why am I the one?" "Because my life opened up, and it flooded with color when you walked back into it.

he hadn't wanted to go through life heartsick for something he could not have.

Gratification kills desire. And constant gratification kills it permanently

The best love affairs are those we never had

There are bad journeys, to a bitter place I can't go to – yet, I lean towards it, tugging to get there, and thank God I'm clogged with the world. It grips me, I hold it.

The only faithfulness people have is to emotions they're trying to recapture

There is a no man's land between sex and love, and it alters in the night.

Philosophy is properly home-sickness the wish to be everywhere at home.

Philosophy is really nostalgia, the desire to be at home.

Philosophy is really homesickness: the urge to be at home everywhere.

Qué es lo que nos retiene aún aquí? Los amados descansan hace tiempo. En su tumba termina nuestra vida; miedo y dolor invaden nuestra alma. Ya no tenemos nada que buscar –harto está el corazón–, vacío el mundo.