Quotes About Yearning

To Moscow, to Moscow, to Moscow!

It's not by pursuing but by abandoning our desires that real satisfaction can be found.

Sometimes I don't even know if I'm extremely happy or extremely sad. It happens a lot when I think of you

But what does he want my heart for?" the little queen asked. "He just wants to own it," replied the sea lion. "That is enough. He wants to look on its beauty and know that his hands alone can touch it.

Part of her - unreasonable Anna- still loved him. Maybe she would never stop loving him.

Bueno, es una lastima ¿no?, que no puedas hacer cosas que disfrutarías sólo porque tienes que ser rebelde.

Llévame bailando a través de las cortinas que nuestros besos han desgastado. Ahora levanta una tienda de refugio aunque cada hilo este desgastado. Llévame bailando hasta el fin del amor. Llévame bailando hasta tu belleza con un violín ardiente.

No tienes un poco de calor para mí? Este hogar es todo lo que tengo, ya ves. No hay carbón, no hay llamas en él, mis sueños son todo lo que siempre he encendido.

y empezó a hurgar en sus bolsillos en busca de algo que probablemente no estaba allí. Un recuerdo, tal vez.

Algunas veces ya no puedo ver la diferencia entre la belleza y la desolación. (...). A veces ya no se si estoy extremadamente triste o extremadamente contenta. Me pasa mucho cuando pienso en ti.

Madame Bovary, c'est moi. Emma Bovary. She was the first. The first to thrash around in the space between a packaged wonder and reality, trying to reconcile the two in her enormous, inarticulate heart. Madame Bovary, c'est toi, perhaps, dear reader. Madame Bovary, c'est tout le monde.

Admittedly or not, conscious or unconscious, the poetic state, a transcendent experience of life, is what the public is fundamentally seeking through love, crime, drugs, war, or insurrection.

Mi affretto di dirti che aspetto la luna.

En exilio vivimos de aquel reino, inmediato y distante, donde todo es claridad

Era incesante en la pasión vacía.

Bueno es saber que los vasos nos sirven para beber; lo malo es que no sabemos para qué sirve la sed.

I knew very well I couldn't give you many things you desired, but then neither will any other woman because what you want doesn't exist and you don't know how to want what's closest to you.

He wasn't asking for a lasting future without distress, only a moment to look at her, hear her voice.

Those who gave away their wings are sad not to see them fly.

I have scarcely touched the sky and I am made of it.

Yes, I will go. I would rather grieve over your absence than over you.

I would ask something more of this world, if it had something more.

My poverty is not complete: it lacks me.

Buscando lo que deseo voy perdiendo el deseo de lo que busco.