Quotes About Yearning

Meil? - tai troškimas perduoti toliau tai, ko negali išlaikyti. - Perduoti toliau? K?? G?žteliu pe?iais. - Tam esama daug vard?. Galb?t sav?j? aš, kur? norim išsaugot. Arba savo širdis. Taip ir pasakykim: širdis. Arba savo ilges?. Savo širdis.

when I hear the word 'peace-time,' it goes to my head: and if it really came, I think I would do some unimaginable thing—something, you know, that it's worth having lain here in the muck for. But I can't even imagine anything. All I do know is that this business about professions and studies and salaries and so on—it makes me sick, it is and always was disgusting.

Ko visp?r noz?m? - kr?pt? [..] Kr?pt - cik vulg?rs v?rds, ar ko apz?m?t smalk?ko, gal?jo neapmierin?t?bu, mekl?jumus p?c kaut k? vair?k, arvien vair?k...

Es dom?ju, ka esmu tevi pazaudÄ"jis," teicu, turÄ"dams vi?u cieÅ¡i apskautu. "Tu mani nekad nepazaudÄ"si," vi?a ?ukstÄ"ja zem Å¡au­r?s maskas. "Un zini, k?d?? ne? T?d??, ka tu mani nekad negribi paturÄ"t tik cieÅ¡i k? zemnieks savu tÄ«rumu. TurpretÄ« viside?l?kais vÄ«rs k??st garlaicÄ«gs.

I implore them with my eyes: Speak to me—take me up—take me, Life of my Youth—you who are care-free, beautiful—receive me again— I wait, I wait. Images float through my mind, but they do not grip me, they are mere shadows and memories. Nothing—nothing—

Sela je za svoj sto i izvadila pribor za pisanje. - Ljubljeni, pisala je, ti sa nejasnim licem, nepoznati, koji nikad nisi došao, stalno o?ekivani, zar ne ose?aš kako vreme izmi?e? A onda je prestala da piše i odgurnu kasetu u kojoj su ležala mnoga neposlata pisma, pisma za koje nije znala adrese - pogleda u beli list pred sobom i pomisli: zašto pla?em? Time se ionako ništa ne može izmeniti...

Nipošto nemoj dozovliti da se takne, govorio je Kester. Kada ti jednom nešto postane blisko, želiš i da ga zadržiš. A ništa ne može da se zadrži.

Ce qu'on laisse approcher, on veut le retenir. Et on ne peut rien retenir.

I loved her very much, and it seemed to me that I had never loved her more, even when possessing her, than in this sordid night full of snoring, punctured by the strange hissing sound of urine falling on coal.

All that meets me, all that floods over me are but feelings—greed of life, love of home, yearning for the blood, intoxication of deliverance.

For a moment I held her hand in mine and felt her warm, dry pressure. Then I went out to get the rum. The night stood big and silent about the little house. The leather seats of our car were moist. I stood and looked toward the horizon where the red glow of the city rose against the sky. I would gladly have stayed out there; but already I could hear Lenz calling.

Nekad dz?v? nepietiek, un t? tas ir katram. Laikam gan vienm?r ir par maz, un t? ir pasaules nelaime.

It cannot be that it has gone, the yearning that made our blood unquiet, the unknown, the perplexing, the incoming things, the thousand faces of the future, the melodies from dreams and from books, the whispers and divination of women; it cannot be that this has vanished in bombardment, in despair, in brothels.

Es neuzdr?kst?jos vi?u nosk?pst?t. Vi?a st?v?ja tuvu jo tuvu, ta?u tik sastingusi, ka, lik?s, var?tu sal?zt, ja vi?ai pieskartos.

Cea mai profund? nostalgie a noastr? vizeaz? totdeauna ceva lipsit de nume.

Pärast sõja lõppu pole enam mingit rahu olnud. Ja ometi ei tahtnud meist keegi midagi muud peale rahu. Meeletu maailm!

Bez ljubavi smo kao leš na odsustvu.

I wear a pony coat with skin like watered silk and muff of lamb. My fingers lie in depths of warmth. I have a jacket of silver sequins and heavy bracelets of rich corals. I wear about my neck a triple thread-like chain of lapis lazulis and pearls. On my face is softness and content like a veil of golden moonlight. And I have never in all my lives been so lonely.

You wish you had not come. If there were not so many around, you would reach out your arms, with the prayer on your lips for it all to come back to you. It seems cruel, cruel, to give us such a vision; to let us dream and drift through heaven for six months, and then to take it out of our lives.

If you cannot give me all that I want—what my heart finds it hard now to breathe without—it is because I am not worthy. I know instinctively you could give it if I were—and if you understood,—understood the boy's heart that is in me and the simplicity of my need, which you could fill so that all my days would be radiant.

So many men Ã¢â'¬Â¦ think absolute isolation a coming paradise.

Angel? he whispered in the dark. Yes? What does it feel like to love someone? A lump caught in my throat and I lightly ran my fingers down his bare arm. It feels like this. That's what I thought. -Erin McCarthy/The Coming Dark

Reese grabbed the back of the nearest easy chair and whispered, Honey, baby, come to mama.

most of the time, but I didn't want anything