Quotes About Yearning

As soon as you stop wanting something, you get it.

Sin ti la poesía ya no me dice nada, y nada tengo que decirle a ella.

Te llaman porvenir porque no vienes nunca. Te llaman: porvenir, y esperan que llegues como un animal manso a comer en su mano. Pero tú permaneces más allá de las horas, agazapado no se sabe dónde. ...Mañana! Y mañana será otro día tranquilo un día como hoy, jueves o martes, cualquier cosa y no eso que esperamos aún, todavía, siempre.

Sad; so sad, those smoky-rose, smoky-mauve evenings of late autumn, sad enough to pierce the heart. The sun departs the sky in winding sheets of gaudy cloud; anguish enters the city, a sense of the bitterest regret, a nostalgia for things we never knew, anguish of the turn of the year, the time of impotent yearning, the inconsolable season.

So I suppose I do not know how he really looked, and, in fact, I suppose I shall never know, now, for he was plainly an object created in the mode of fantasy. His image was already present somewhere in my head and I was seeking to discover it in actuality, looking at every face I met in case it was the right face - that is, the face which corresponded to my notion of the unseen face of the one I should love, a face created parthenogeneticallyby the rage to love which consumed me.

She was feeling supernatural tonight. She wanted to EAT diamonds.

Perhaps...I could not be content with mere contentment!

I should have liked to have had him beside me in a glass coffin, so that I could watch him all the time and he would not have been able to get away from me.

His skin covers me entirely; we are like two halves of a seed, enclosed in the same integument. I should like to grow enormously small, so that you could swallow me, like those queens in fairy tales who conceive when they swallow a grain of corn or a sesame seed. Then I could lodge inside your body and you would bear me.

The touch of her hand filled me with a wild loneliness.

It would mean that the castle is not yet generating enough eroto-energy.

I think I want to be in love with you but I don't know how.

She has no mouth with which to kiss, no hands with which to caress, only the fangs and talons of a beast of prey

I desire therefore I exist.

I think I want to be in love with you but I don't know how.

Love is desire sustained by unfulfilment.

If it were in his destiny, which he felt it never would be, to love and be loved, he could imagine a way of love quite different from what he had just seen.

Are you tired of hoping that someone else could fill the place that was meant for Me? Isee you, all of you, and you do not have to hide anymore. Isee your sin and I see your flaws and I still desire you as My own. I am crazy about you. Iam the answer for your longing. The "more" that your heart waits for is Me.

Pero no sé si le quiero. Nunca he sentido ante él aquel temblor que me agitaba cuando Ricardo se acercaba a mí, el deseo de besar mi almohada soñando que le besaba a él, el espantoso vacío de su ausencia…

His voice thick with lust, he said, "I want to drink from your white fountains, Samantha, and I will, whatever you do...

A veces deseo ser como mamá, que nunca tiene esa sensación de perderse algo, sensación que yo tengo tan a menudo y de forma tan dolorosa.

I want to let myself die and live in dreams.

I am getting nowhere with you and I can't let you go and I cant get through.

Never Yet Spoken I believe in all that has never yet been spoken. I want to free what waits within me so that what no one has dared to wish for may for once spring clear without my contriving. From The Book of Hours I, 12