Quotes About Yearning

to be healthy, and desperate to be a Natasha at the ball with Prince Andrei or Kuryagin, and instead to be sitting alone, staring at the ceiling, while listening to the echo of the music, the sound of voices, the laughter.

I was in love with him: as I listened, my veins contracted, my skin froze.

She deserved him because she thought that to love him meant to try to have him, not to hope that he would want her.

I nostri non erano così, mancava il tempo, mancavano i soldi, mancava la voglia

amarlo suponía tratar de conseguirlo, no esperar a que él la quisiera.

Esigeva che svilissi gli amanti recenti dimostrandogli che il mio unico desiderio era tornare a essere penetrata da lui. Voleva insomma riaffermare il suo primato, poi di sicuro sarebbe di nuovo sparito.

Become. It was a verb that had always obsessed me, but I realized it for the first time only in that situation. I wanted to become, even though I had never known what. And I had become, that was certain, but without an object, without a real passion, without a determined ambition.

But in a confused way I felt that if I ran away with the others I would leave with her something of mine that she would never give back.

As we talked I realized she wanted many things at the same time, and that kept her in a permanent state of dissatisfaction.

I began to weep with loneliness. What was I, who was I? I felt pretty again, my pimples were gone, the sun and the sea had made me slimmer, and yet the person I liked and whom I wished to be liked by showed no interest in me. What signs did I carry, what fate?

She felt alone, she was secretly waiting for a father who wasn't showing up, she could no longer hold the confusion of that day within the limits of a game.

Porque já estou farta, é sempre a mesma história: dentro daquilo que é pequeno existe algo ainda mais pequeno que quer saltar para fora, e fora daquilo que é grande existe algo ainda maor que o quer manter prisioneiro. Vou cozinhar.

Sebbene Nino non mi desse corda, il solo intravederlo mi teneva la testa per aria durante le lezioni. La sua presenza qualche aula più' in la', vero, vivo, colto più' dei professori e coraggioso e disobbediente, svuotava di senso i discorsi dei miei insegnanti, le righe dei libri, i progetti di matrimonio, la pompa di benzina lungo lo stradone

Everything, in writing, has a long history behind it. Even my uprising, my spilling over the margins, my yearning is part of an eruption that came before me and goes beyond me. Thus when I talk about my "I" who writes, I should immediately add that I'm talking about my "I" who has read (even when it's a question of distracted reading, the trickiest kind of reading).

En el baldío de la calle y en el baldío del corazón, ni quien preguntara por los idos.

Hacer falta es la primera ley del amor.

Muchas veces las gentes lloran porque encuen. tran las cosas demasiado bellas. Lo que les hace llorar, no es el deseo de poseerlas, sino esa profunda melanocolÍa que sentimos por todo lo que no es, por todo lo que no alcanza su plenitud.

De pronto la miro y ya no está. Vuelvo a mirarla, la define su ausencia. Ha ido a unirse a lago que le da fuerza y no sé lo que es. No puedo seguirla, no entiendo hacia qué espacio invisible se ha dirigido, qué aire inefable la resguarda y la aísla; desde luego ya no está en el mundo y por más que manoteo no me ve, permanece siempre fuera de mi alcance. Sé que mi amor la sustenta, claro, pero su ausencia es sólo suya y en ella no tengo cabida.

Reviento lenta y penosamente por el deseo de verte, regresa pronto (…) Me da miedo caer en medio del abismo. Te amo atrozmente, que horroroso aquí sin ti, a pesar de que me dejas sola todo el día...

erich therefore thinks of two kinds of women, when he thinks about women at all, which he only does, when he feels a need, which one cannot satisfy by thinking anyway.

brigitte wants to have her future made. she cannot produce it herself.

She wants to ascend to the exotic, to what infatuates the sentences yet tears open the mind.

One should not confuse the craving for life with endorsement of it.

All things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams.