Quotes About Yearning

Puedes imaginar lo que se siente cuando uno no quiere estar dentro ni fuera, cuando desea estar en ninguna parte y desaparecer?

But you can't stay in the dark for so long. Something inside of you starts to fade and you become like a starving person, crazy-hungry for light.

i daydreamed about being somewhere else, about being someone else.

Quiero que nuestro amor sea tan grande que nos duela por dentro

What I realized about the dreamland, however, was the power it once held simply by being withheld from me. It created yearning—and also purpose. It demanded the best of me to meet my purpose: diligence, intelligence, and an understanding of

Cómo podría no amar a ese hombre? Pero era el amor de un fantasma, unos brazos que rodeaban pero no tocaban, un cuenco lleno de arroz pero sin apetito para comerlo, sin plenitud.

The hunger in our hearts was instantly filled.

I want us to love each other so deeply we ache with the fullness of it.

When you touch a man's nostalgia, he is yours.

Luyi, it means 'all that you wish.' 

Cuándo se nos concederá el privilegio de respirar aire fresco?

Tengo la sensación de ser un pájaro enjaulado, al que han arrancado las alas violentamente, y en la más absoluta penumbra, choca contra los barrotes de su estrecha jaula, al querer volar.

Cómo apartarme nuevamente de tu imagen? ¿Quién que ocupase tu lugar podría dejar de ser más que un vil remedo? Te amo.Con un amor incapaz de crecer más en mi corazón.Es tan fuerte, que necesita expandirse y revelarse en mí de un solo golpe, en toda su magnitud.

He was now in that state of fire that she loved. She wanted to be burnt.

To think of him in the middle of the day lifts me out of ordinary living.

I'm awaiting a lover. I have to be rent and pulled apart and live according to the demons and the imagination in me. I'm restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.

I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don't know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness.

If what Proust says is true, that happiness is the absence of fever, then I will never know happiness. For I am possessed by a fever for knowledge, experience, and creation.

I'm restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.

The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison, was the miracle.

Since desire always goes towards that which is our direct opposite, it forces us to love that which will make us suffer.

I want to love you wildly. I don't want words, but inarticulate cries, meaningless, from the bottom of my most primitive being, that flow from my belly like honey. A piercing joy, that leaves me empty, conquered, silenced.

You are the only woman who ever answered the demands of my imagination.

At night too, she puzzled the mystery of her desperate need of kindness. As other girls prayed for handsomeness in a lover, or for wealth, or for power, or for poetry, she had prayed fervently: let him be kind.