Quotes About Yearning

I am not simply missing one child who never grew, but two of them. I always know how old they'd be. What I do not know is who I might have been, had I become their mother.

Her laugh was a travesty. Which made sense because in a way, so was his apology. But what was he supposed to say? I want you until I hurt. Until I sweat. I love you with a raw, bleeding need that I've never understood. And all I know for sure is that you can never be mine.

I am a hopeless romantic.

Being human means yearning for more than subsistence. As much as food or shelter, we require hope.

But for them—as for anyone—survival isn't enough. So what began as a last-ditch effort has become a battle cry for something greater. Being human means yearning for more than subsistence. As much as food or shelter, we require hope.

Be careful. Wait out your year. Come home.

He held out his arm to her, and she took it, wishing that there were not quite such a discrepancy in their heights.

Who would I be if I didn't live in a world that hated women? I've been unable to come up with a satisfactory answer, but I did realize that I've long been mourning this version of myself that never existed.

?ovek ?e tragati za uto?ištem u crkvi i religiji, jer ga njegova unutrašnja praznina nagoni da potraži neko sklonište. Me?utim, ispovedanje religije nije isto, što i biti religiozan.

we are starved for any touch with that which, in most cultures, was provided for by religion or by the equivalent of religion, and with us, there is hardly anything which is worth while to mention.

Lieber Stephan, sagte Fabian leise, es ist rührend, wie du dich um mich bemühst. Aber ich bin nicht unglücklicher als unsere Zeit. Willst du mich glücklicher machen, als sie es ist? Und wenn du mir einen Direktorposten, eine Million Dollar oder eine anständige Frau, die ich lieben könnte, verschaffst oder alle drei Dinge zusammen, es wird dir nicht gelingen.

It was a melancholy secret that reality can arouse desires but never satisfy them.

I, too, am going to go away soon,' she says, 'I am weary and weary of my weariness. Everything is beginning to be a little empty and full of leave-taking and melancholy and waiting.

I hate it when people mix things, I hate the cowlike yearning toward one another while the beauty and the power of a great work breaks over one; I hate the swimming looks of lovers, the foolish blissful cuddling, the indecent sheepish happiness that can never rise above itself; I hate all the talk of becoming one through love;

Es esmu ?oti slikts biedrs, Robij. To es ceru, sac?ju. Es ar? negribu sievieti par biedru. Es gribu m???ko. T? es ar? neesmu, vi?a nomurmin?ja. Kas tad tu esi? Ne puse, ne kas vesels. Tikai fragments... T? ar? vislab?k, es teicu. Tas ierosina fant?ziju. T?das sievietes var m?žam m?l?t. Gatavas sievietes dr?z apn?k. V?rt?g?s ar?. Fragmenti nekad.

DorinÈ›ele mele sunt împletite ciudat din pofte È™i abandon.

Lengvai lyg šok?ja ap?jo ji aplink lov?, pastat? taur? greta sav?s ant grind? ir pasir?ž?. Svetimos saul?s nurusvinta ji nesidrov?jo savo nuogumo, kaip moteris, kuri ne tiktai žino, kad jos geidžia, bet ir ne kart? šitai yra gird?jusi.

One lost easiest what one held in one's arms— never what one left.

Tas, ko nevar dab?t, cilv?kam vienm?r liekas lab?ks par to, kas vi?am ir. Te past?v cilv?ka dz?ves romantika un idiotisms.

See, mida sa kätte ei saa, paistab alati paremini kui see, mis käes on. Selles seisnebki inimese elu romantika ning idiotism.

Here I sit and there you are lying; we have so much to say, and we shall never say it.

Pasaule cilv?kam nekad neš?iet tik skaista k? mirkl?, kad vi?š tiek ieslodz?ts. Pirms vi?am t? j?atst?j. Kaut vienm?r to var?tu izjust t?du! Varb?t mums par maz laika tam. Par maz miera.

Elgyöngülök, egyszerre csak nem bírom tovább. Nem akarok már káromkodni, nincs értelme, szeretnék összeesni, és sohasem kelni fel többé.

Once we had such desires - but they return not. They are past, they belong to another world that is gone from us.