Quotes About Yearning

That is what death is, a state of constant hunger, for the things you've left behind, for your memories, for life.

Although doesn't really matter how many time you do it: you think it's going to make your life less lonely, but it never does.

I want her so much, my heart feels heavy, like i'm grieving. Is this what they meant about that stomach feeling? They didn't say it felt this sad.

You do not know the first note of the music that moves me.

I wanted to tell her that she was the first beautiful thing I had seen in three years. That the sight of her yawning to the back of her hand was enought to drive the breath from me. How I sometimes lost the sense of her words in the sweet fluting of her voice. I wanted to say that if she were with me then somehow nothing could ever be wrong for me again.

But how awful would that be? How terrible to live surrounded by the stark, sharp, hollowness of things that simply were enough?

You," I said, "are sweet music in a distant room.

But for half a minute she wished it was a different sort of day, even though she knew that nothing good could come from wanting at the world.

Could you help me catch the moon?" "I might be able to give you some advice," the old man said reluctantly. "But first you should think this over, boy. When you love something, you have to make sure it loves you back, or you'll bring about no end of trouble chasing it.

Soon. She knew. Soon he would come visiting. Incarnadine and sweet and sad and broken. Just like her.

All I want is someone who likes me." "All I want is a clear sign," I said. "All I want is a magical horse that fits in my pocket," Wil said. "And a ring of red amber that gives me power over demons. And an endless supply of cake.

Absence feeds affection.

She was a greedy thing sometimes. Wanting for herself. Twisting the world all out of proper shape. Pushing everything about with the weight of her desire.

even though she knew that nothing good could come from wanting at the world.

Sleep met him like a lover in an empty bed.

But for half a minute she wished it was a different sort of day, even though she knew that nothing good could come from wanting at the world. Even though she knew it was a wicked thing to do.

Yo la conozco desde hace más tiempo», decía mi sonrisa. «Sí, tú has estado entre sus brazos, has probado el sabor de su boca, has sentido su calor, y eso es algo que yo nunca he tenido. Pero hay una parte de ella que es solo para mí. Tú no puedes tocarla, por mucho que te esfuerces. Y cuando te deje, yo seguiré estando aquí, haciéndola reír. Y mi luz brillará en ella. Yo seguiré estando aquí mucho después de que ella haya olvidado tu nombre.»

She kicked, but there was little to be gained from that, burdened as she was with the heavy lump of sharp, hard love she held so tightly to her chest. Was it the answers that it held that gave it so much weight?

No piensas en mí como yo en ti. No me importa. Pero si también tienes frío, podrías acercarte y rodearme con los brazos. Solo un poco. Con un nudo en la garganta, me acerqué, me senté a su lado y la abracé. —Qué bien —dijo ella, más relajada—. Es como si hasta ahora siempre hubiera tenido frío." El Nombre Del Viento.

Me miras con esos ojos verdes como si yo significara algo. No me importa que tengas cosas mejores que hacer. Me conformo con tenerte a veces. De vez en cuando. Sé que puedo considerarme afortunada por eso, por tenerte aunque solo sea un poco.

I wanted to get inside so badly I could taste it. It probably shows a perverse element of my personality that even though I was finally inside the Archives, surrounded by endless secrets, that I was drawn to the one locked door I had found. Perhaps it is human nature to seek out hidden things. Perhaps it is simply my nature.

there was always a part of me that hoped for more, and so there was a part of me that was always a fool.

Benim yüzümden susay?m deme Kvothe, yoksa sesini özlerim.

Evoqué su olor, la curva de su cuello cerca de la oreja, cómo movía las manos cuando hablaba. Me pregunté dónde estaría esa noche, si se encontraba bien. Me pregunté, de pasada, si sus pensamientos también volaban a veces hacia mí convertidos en tiernas reflexiones...