Quotes About Yearning

I wanted to speak with someone, but found no time; sought some fixed point, but found none. In the midst of the unrelenting forward thrust I felt the wish to stand still. The muchness and the motion were too much and too fast. Everyone withdrew from everyone. There was a running, as of something liquefied, a constant going forth, as of evaporation. Everything was schematic, ghostlike, even myself.

A person who desires [something "apart"], identifies with the body.

One of the Buddha's main messages was that the pleasures we seek evaporate quickly and leave us thirsting for more.

The old Rolling Stones lyric "I can't get no satisfaction" is, according to Buddhism, the human condition.

Ya no tengo ni encuentro palabras con las que pedir misericordia. Baldía y fea como una rodilla desnuda es mi alma. Busco un poema que no encuentro, el poema de un cuerpo a quien la desesperación pobló súbitamente en su carne, de mil bocas grandiosas, de dos mil labios gritadores. A mis oídos llegan voces distantes, resplandores pirotécnicos, pero yo estoy aquí solo, agarrado por mi tierra de miseria como con nueve pernos.

Estoy muerto y quiero vivir. Esa es la verdad.

Yo me dejo estar. Pienso, no, no pienso, mejor dicho, recibo de mi adentro una nostalgia dulce, un sufrimiento más dulce que una incertidumbre de amor. Y

Me verá una doncella, una niña alta, pálida y concentrada, que por capricho maneje su Rolls-Royce. Paseará tristemente. De pronto me mira y comprende que yo seré el único amor de toda la vida, y esa mirada que era un ultraje para todos los desdichados, se posará en mí, cubiertos los ojos de lágrimas. El ensueño se desenroscaba sobre

Y sin embargo, yo necesito amar a alguien, darme forzosamente a alguien.

In some lost fold of the past, we wanted to be lions and we're no more than castrated cats

One night I dreamed of an angel: I walked into a huge, empty bar and saw him sitting in a corner with his elbows on the table and a cup of milky coffee in front of him. She's the love of your life, he said, looking up at me, and the force of his gaze, the fire in his eyes, threw me right across the room. I started shouting, Waiter, waiter, then opened my eyes and escaped from that miserable dream. Other nights I didn't dream of anyone, but I woke up in tears.

I no longer ask for all the loneliness of love or the tranquility of love or for the mirrors.

I began to tremble and he noticed. Why do I have to like the worst ones? I thought, why do I have to be attracted to the most brooding, least cultured, most desperate ones? It's a question I ask myself twice a year. I still haven't found an answer.

He] turned his back on the window, not knowing why he had gone to it, not knowing what he hoped to see, and just at that moment, when there was no one at the window any more and only a little lamp of colored glass at the back of the room flickering, it appeared.

Una semana sin ver a Maciste se me antojaba una eternidad. Pero cuando intentaba imaginar una vida completa junto a él no veía nada: una imagen en blanco, la pared de un cuarto deshabitado, amnesia, lobotomía, mi cuerpo partido, hecho pedazos.

That sense of time, ah, the diseased man's sense of time, what treasure hidden in a desert cave.

They fucked until she was nothing more than a tremor in his arms.

Y no hicimos el amor. O tal vez ese "no hacer el amor" fue nuestra manera de hacer el amor.

Antes de salir la miraba, durante unos segundos, abandonada entre las sábanas, y a veces se sentía tan lleno de amor que se hubiera puesto a llorar ahí mismo.

First, the need to be near Liz Norton struck some time before he got back to his apartment in Madrid. By the time he was on the plane he'd realized that she was the perfect woman, the one he'd always hoped to find, and he began to suffer.

La casa de Maciste era una promesa y una enfermedad y yo daba vueltas por la promesa y la enfermedad.

Si osservano per un istante, senza sorridere, come due piccoli piranha che nuotano in una camera a vuoto assoluto. Poi Jan disse: «Mi piacerebbe leggere qualcosa di tuo».

A veces me acuerdo de Laura Damián. No mucho, unas cuatro o cinco veces por día.

Follar es lo único que desean los que van a morir.