Quotes About Yearning

23 februarie. M? bucur? ÅŸi m? întristeaz? pentru c? eu nu am nimic.

I can't think of anything to write, I'm just walking around here between the lines, underneath the light of your eyes, in the breath of your mouth like in some beautiful happy day, which stays beautiful and happy even if my head is sick, tired.

It is a blow because it will take time and I need all the time I have and a thousand times more than all the time I have and most of all I'd like to have all the time there is just for you, for thinking about you, for breathing in you.

Per qualche motivo che ignoro mi piaci moltissimo. Molto, niente di irragionevole, direi quel poco che basta a far si che di notte, da solo, mi svegli e non riuscendo a riaddormentarmi, inizi a sognarti.

I looked at her much less often than I wanted to.

Es que era ya una bestia a la que le emocionaba la música? Le parecía como si se le mostrase el camino hacia el desconocido y anhelado alimento.

Ecco, mia cara ragazza, di nuovo è sera dopo un pomeriggio passato vegliando (pomeriggio passato vegliando ha un suono peggiore che notte passata vegliando), non scrivo più nulla, tranne che a questa ragazza alla quale vorrei scrivere di continuo, della quale vorrei sempre sentir parlare, e stare sempre con lei e spegnermi in lei.

Somos oprimidos por un silencio que nos ahoga y queremos romper.

Mein Schreiben handelte von Dir, ich klagte dort ja nur, was ich an Deiner Brust nicht klagen konnte.

If ever that door offers itself to me again, I swore, I will go in out of this dust and heat, out of this dry glitter of vanity, out of these toilsome futilities. I will go and never return. This time I will stay... I swore it and when the time came — I DIDN'T GO.

I long for you; I who usually long without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.

I once heard of a young man whose mind was taken up day and night with thoughts of the Castle, he neglected everything else, people feared for his ordinary faculty of reason since all his faculties were always up at the Castle, but in the end it turned out that it wasn't actually the Castle he was thinking of but only the daughter of a scullery maid at the offices, he got her, and then all was fine again.

Gaunt, without any fever, not cold, not warm, with vacant eyes, without a shirt, the youngster heaved himself up from under the feather bedding, threw his arms around my neck, and whispered in my ear: Doctor, let me die.

People have a wild response to something, and they want it. Sometimes people lose themselves.

Imprisoned in every fat man a thin man is wildly signaling to be let out.

You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?

Crave for a thing, you will get it. Renounce the craving, the object will follow you by itself.

No one is more miserable than the person who wills everything and can do nothing.

I don't need to come back to Wimbledon every year because I can't live without it. I'd be totally cool without tennis.

The Sixties were different in an isolated place. We got two television channels if the wind was blowing in the right direction. The radio stations went off at sundown. Then you picked up Chicago and heard the teenage music you really yearned for.

He ploughs the waves, sows the sand, and hopes to gather the wind in a net, who places his hopes in the heart of a woman.

I just met someone who read Gone With the Wind 62 times for exactly that same reason. She couldn't bear that it wasn't real. She wanted to live in it.

I wanted to be like Vivien Leigh in 'Gone With the Wind.' I wanted to have black hair, green eyes and break hearts.

Put a bird cage near the window so that the bird can see the sky? It's much better to look than not to, even if it hurts.