Quotes About Yearning

I prefer empty cages, Sabina, until I find a unique bird I once saw in my dreams.

The woman will sit eternally in the tall black armchair. I will be the one woman you will never have... excessive living weighs down the imagination: we will not live, we will only write and talk to swell the sails.

Then at certain moments I remember one of his words and I suddenly feel the sensual woman flaring up, as if violently caressed. I say the word to myself, with joy. It is at such a moment that my true body lives.

He has, like me, a sense of smell. I let him inhale me, then I slip away.

If happiness is the absence of fever then I will never know happiness. For I am posessed by a fever for knowledge, experience and creation.

I want to do things so wild with you that I don't know how to say them.

She was fully, painfully aware that very rarely did midnight strike in two hearts at once, very rarely did midnight arouse two different equal desires, and that any dislocation in this, any indifference, was an indication of disunity, of the difficulties, the impossibilities of fusion between two human beings.

If I fall asleep, it is because I am overloaded. I sleep because one hour with Henry contains five years of my life, and one phrase, one caress answers the expectations of a hundred nights. When I hear him laugh, I say, I have heard Rabelais.. And I swallow his laughter like bread and wine.

We did not touch each other. We were both leaning over the abyss.

I dreamed you, I wished for your existence.

Will you come down and kiss me good night?

This is not to worry you, Henry, it is just that I can't keep from saying it, that I am overflowing, desperately in love with you as I never was with anyone.

I watched life and wanted to be a part of it but found it painfully difficult.

Why do I doubt her? Perhaps she is just very sensitive, and hypersensitive people are false when others doubt them; they waver. And one thinks them insincere. Yet I want to believe her. At the same time it does not seem so very important that she should love me. It is not her role. I am so filled with my love of her. And at the same time I feel that I am dying. Our love would be death. The embrace of imaginings.

When you're in my arms, I know you're mine. But your feet are so swift, so swift, they carry you as lightly as wings, I never know where, too fast, too fast away from me.

I am like a winged creature who is too rarely allowed to use its wings. Ecstasies do not occur often enough.

We must avoid possession, he said. But, oh, let me kiss you.

Does she know I feel immobile and fixed, lost in her?

I want eroticism mixed with love, and deep love one does not experience often.

She abandoned herself to his whim, thinking it was to be an orgy of eyes and hands only.

When I am happy it is so rare. I need to dwell on it, to contemplate it. What a hunger, a craving for beautiful things.

I have such a fear of finding another like myself, and such a desire to find one. I am so utterly lonely, but I also have such a fear that my isolation be broken through, and I no longer be the head and ruler of my universe.

Men from the mountains always dream of the sea, and above all things I love to travel.

Your beauty drowns me, drowns the core of me. When your beauty burns me I dissolve as I never dissolved before man. From all men I was different, and myself, but I see in you that part of me which is you. I feel you in me, I feel my own voice becoming heavier, as if I were drinking you in every delicate tread of resemblance being soldered by fire and one no longer detects the fissure.