Quotes About Yearning

nothing good could come from wanting at the world.

Aunque entonces no lo sabía, yo estaba buscando el nombre del viento.

A veces era muy ansiosa. Deseaba cosas para ella misma. Retorcía el mundo y le cambiaba la forma correcta. Lo revolvía todo con el peso de su deseo.

Se ve que yo no me enamoraré.

Esa parte de mí que todavía no se había marchado de Tarbean quiso echarle mano a su bolsillo.

Dos partes de mí intentaron hablar al mismo tiempo. La primera parte gritaba «No le hagas nada, por favor. Otra vez no. No lo rompas. Dámelo, por favor. No lo cojas así, por el mástil». La otra mitad recitaba: «Te odio, te odio, te odio», como si escupiera sangre.

I couldn't stand being near music and not be a part of it. It was like watching the woman you love bedding down with another man. No. Not really. It was like. . .

Cuando quieres algo, tienes que asegurarte de que eso te quiere a ti, porque si no, pasarás muchos apuros persiguiéndolo.

That is how I felt, watching the musicians play. I couldn't stand it. The everyday lack of my music was like a toothache I had grown used to. I could live with it. But having what I wanted dangled in front of me was more than I could bear.

Aún notaba el temblor de su corazón, como un pájaro enjaulado batiendo las alas contra mi pecho.

Yo siempre sería la persona a la que ella podía acudir sin temor a recriminaciones ni preguntas. Así que no intentaba conquistarla y me contentaba con jugar una hermosa partida. Pero siempre había una parte de mí que deseaba algo más, y por tanto siempre había una parte de mí que deliraba.

Off to one side his fine white teacup waited for him with a patience Aria envied

Never quenched. Though I am doused in you, I burn.

There is some truth in that. Absence feeds affection.

Durante medio minuto lamentó que no fuera otra clase de día, a pesar de saber que deseando cosas no se conseguía nada. A pesar de saber que no estaba bien hacerlo.

Me parece a mí que uno necesita algo para ser feliz, y yo no tengo nada.

Hacía avanzar la canción despacio, pero no pesadamente. La tocaba con la lentitud de un beso lujurioso. Y no es que en esa época de mi vida yo supiera mucho de besos. Pero viéndola allí de pie, con los brazos alrededor del arpa, concentrada, con los ojos entrecerrados y los labios ligeramente fruncidos, supe que quería que algún día me besaran con ese cuidado lento y deliberado.

I didn't really have any idea how I would find her. Some foolish, romantic part of me thought I would know her when I saw her. If she were half as radiant as her voice, she would shine like a candle in a dark room. But as I thought these things, the wiser part of me was whispering in my other ear. Do not hope, it said. Do not dare hold hope that any woman could burn as brightly as the voice that sang the part of Aloine.

I sat still as stone with my fingers aching. I wanted to play, not listen. Want isn't strong enough a word. I was hungry for it, starved. I'm not proud of the fact that I thought about stealing his lute and leaving in the dark of the night.

A veces la seducción lenta es la única manera..." Felurian

Pensé en la forma de sus labios, el sonido de su voz, el olor de su cabello.

She's stolen his tongue as well as his heart. All his words are for her. He can spare none for us.

Beer dulls a memory, brand sets it burning, but wine is the best for a sore heart's yearning." He paused and turned to looked at me, his brow furrowed. "I can't remember the rest of that. Can you?" "Never heard it before," I said. "But Teccam claims that out of all the spirits, only wine is suited to reminiscence. He said a good wine allows clarity and focus, while still allowing a bit of comforting coloration of the memory.

It's hard to long for something that is always there.