Quotes About Yearning

The effects of moving are experienced in the body, in the imagination, in the realm of desire. What the eye sees, what the body feels, what the heart yearns for, what remains and what has been lost -- these are difficult at first to describe.

Veils of love which was only hate petrified by longing--that was me.

I think she is confused by the way I want her, which is like nobody else. I know this deep down. I want her in a new way, a way she's never been told about.

Here is the most telling fact: you wish to possess me. Here is another fact: I loved you and let you think you could.

He craved the love of a father who seemed too remote and too self-absorbed to attend to his boyish needs.

Since I've been pretty much treading water all day, the marquee of the Rialto Theatre looks like the prow of a ship coming to save me.

Then it became clear that it was a song, the loneliest sort of song because the notes changed so little, like one bird calling and waiting for another to answer. It was as lonely a sound as she'd ever heard.

The song was wistful as the ballads Slidell and the Clayton brothers played, except words weren't needed to feel the yearning. That made the music all the more sorrowful, because this song wasn't about one lost love or one dead child or parent. It was as if the music was about every loss that had ever been.

I guess sometimes you've got the hope-fors so much it makes you imagine all sorts of things.

Jacob closed his eyes but did not sleep. Instead, he imagined towns where hungry men hung on boxcars looking for work that couldn't be found, shacks where families lived who didn't even have one swaybacked milk cow. He imagined cities where blood stained the sidewalks beneath buildings tall as ridges. He tried to imagine a place worse than where he was.

Libenter homines id quad volunt credunt." "Men are glad to believe that which they wish for?" Miss Calicut asked. Professor

Lady Anne fetched a sigh.

I more than love you, I'm not whole without you. You are life itself to me. When you are gone I'm waiting for you to return so I can start living again.

Después de la muerte de Pablo, yo también me descubrí durante semanas pensando: A ver si deja ya de hacer el tonto y regresa de una vez, como si su ausencia fuera una broma que me estuviera gastando para fastidiarme, como a veces hacía.

Quién no ha deseado alguna vez escapar del encierro de la propia vida? Y no porque esa vida no nos guste, sino porque una sola existencia, por muy grande y muy buena que sea, siempre será una especie de cárcel, una mutilación de las otras posibles realidades, de los otros individuos que pudimos ser.

En los castillos medievales, en el enigmático Machu Picchu, en las vetustas pirámides de Egipto: la piel siempre tuvo que ser la piel y el ansia, el ansia.

El ininterrumpido ir y venir del tigre ante los barrotes de su jaula para que no se le escape el único y brevísimo instante de la salvación.»

Tienes cabeza, tienes conocimientos. Podrías vivir en vez de vegetar. —¿Y tú qué sabes de mi vida, androide? No importa lo que se tiene; lo jodido es lo que se añora.

no hay nada que avive tanto la pasión como la sensación de que el amado se nos escapa.

La insatisfacción de los humanos, ese querer siempre algo más, algo mejor, algo distinto, es el origen de innumerables desdichas.

Ser maldito es saber que tu discurso no puede tener eco, porque no hay oídos que lleguen a entenderte. En esto se parece a la locura. Ser maldito es no coincidir con tu tiempo, con tu clase, con tu entorno, con tu lengua, con la cultura a la que se supone que perteneces. Ser maldito es desear ser como los demás pero no poder. Y querer que te quieran pero sólo producir miedo o quizá risa. Ser maldito es no soportar la vida y sobre todo no soportarte a ti mismo.

Quisiera morirme estando viva!

She supposed she missed him, but it was not easy to go on missing a person when life had been lived without him for so long, with the only contact his monthly letters, which were three weeks old when they arrived, and not very inspiring even then.

A year. They had known each other a year. They [Janey and David] had this closeness, this rapport. But the final certainty was missing, and it was this void that, because she loved him so much, she was learning to live with. ['Anniversary']