Quotes About Yearning

Oh, Henry, I can't bear to be writing you—I want you desperately, I want to open my legs so wide, I'm melting and palpitating. I want to do things so wild with you that I don't know how to say them. Hugo is calling. I'll answer the rest of the letter tonight.

On what wings does she take flight from Henry? As if the sensual act had been but a mouth applied to an opium pipe.

Warmth, perfume, rugs, soft lights, books. They do not appease me. I am aware of time passing, of all the world contains that I have not seen, of all the interesting people I have not met.

This great handsomeness I took into myself later when he desired me, but I took it as one breathes air, or swallows a snowflake, or yields to the sun.

The source of sexual power is curiosity, passion. You are watching its little flame die of asphyxiation.

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

There is no amount of MORE that can ever satisfy.

You're not dead, but you're not alive, either. You're a wintergirl, Lia-Lia, caught in between the worlds. You're a ghost with a beat- ing heart. Soon you'll cross the border and be with me. I'm so stoked. I miss you wicked.

All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.

Espérer , c'est désirer sans jouir , sans savoir et sans pouvoir

Se não creio em Deus é também, e talvez principalmente, porque preferiria que ele existisse. É a aposta de Pascal, se quiserem, mas invertida. (...) Ora, Deus é tanto menos verossímil, parece-me, quanto mais é desejável: ele corresponde tão bem a nossos desejos mais fortes que é o caso de indagar se não o inventamos por isso.

I hated the homes, the families, all the places where man thinks to find rest.

Que ton désir soit de l'amour, et que ta possession soit amoureuse.

Il y a des maladies extravagantes. Qui consistent à vouloir ce que l'on n'a pas.

But I think there comes a point in love, a unique moment which later on the soul seeks in vain to surpass, and that the effort to revive such happiness depletes it; that nothing thwarts happiness so much as the memory of happiness.

If this was happiness, I know that I wanted to hold it like one wants in vain to hold running water in joined hands. But I was already feeling alongside this happiness something other than happiness which was covering my love like the coloring of autumn.

Etre aimé n'est rien, c'est être préféré que je désire.

Seigneur, il m'apparaît parfois que j'ai besoin de son amour pour vous aimer!

Pour moi, être aimé n'est rien, c'est être préféré que je désire.

Take me away from here and give me some reason for living. I have none left. I have freed myself. That may be. But what does it signify? This objectless liberty is a burden to me.

Dezgustat? de pozitivismul vieÅ£ii,sufletul s?u închis ÅŸi umilit începea s? iubeasc? poezia.Lua drept poetic tot ceea ce o ajuta s? evadeze din via??.

Le cÅ"ur me battait fort en poussant la barrière du jardin.

J'aurais voulu pleurer, mais je sentais mon cÅ"ur plus aride que le désert.

Je voudrais mourir à présent, vite, avant d'avoir compris de nouveau que je suis seule.