Quotes About Yearning

Those who can't hope can still wish.

Home. What kinder place could there be on earth, and why did it seem to them all like exile? Oh

For need can blossom into all the compensations it requires. To crave and to have are as like as a thing and its shadow.

To crave and to have are as like as a thing and its shadow. For when does a berry break upon the tongue as sweetly as when one longs to taste it, and when is the taste refracted into it so many hues and savors of ripeness and earth, and when do our senses know any thing so utterly as when we lack it?

In that eternity of his, where everybody will be happy, how could he feel the lack of her, the loss of her?

Schon bald nach ihrer Heirat war sie zu dem Schluss gekommen, dass Liebe zur Hälfte aus einer Sehnsucht bestand, die durch Besitz nicht zu lindern war.

You can say to yourself, I'm just a body that thinks and talks and seems to want its life, one more day of it. You don't have to know why. Well, nothing could ever change if your body didn't just keep you there not even knowing what it is you're waiting for. Not even knowing that you're waiting at all. Just there on the stoop in the moonlight licking up tears.

She] was horribly in love with that man. You can't go on forever thinking about nothing at all, and he had a nice face and that laugh, and what harm was there in it since she could hardly even bring herself to look at him.

not now. He was quiet, and then he said, "You are the only person in this world I want to have sitting here beside me. That isn't what I think, it's what I know. I guess it doesn't explain anything.

Fear and comfort could be the same thing. It was strange, when she thought of it. The wind always somewhere, trifling with the leaves, troubling the firelight. And that smell of damp earth and bruised grass, a lonely, yearning sort of smell that meant, Why don't you come back, you will come back, you know you will. And then the stars, and Mellie probably awake, lying there thinking about them.

To crave and to have are as like as a thing and its shadow. For when does a berry break upon the tongue as sweetly as when one longs to taste it, and when is the taste refracted into so many hues and savors of ripeness and earth, and when do our senses know any thing so utterly as when we lack it?

In destitution, even of feeling or purpose, a human being is more hauntingly human and vulnerable to kindnesses because there is the sense that things should be otherwise, and then the thought of what is wanting and what alleviation would be, and how the soul could be put at ease, restored. At home. But the soul finds its own home if it ever has a home at all.

When people have wearied of life in Gilead, when they want another life altogether, they mention Chicago.

If there was one thing she wished she could save from it all, it was the way it felt to walk along beside him.

Insomnia, then, is not just a state of sleeplessness, a matter of negatives. It involves the active pursuit of sleep. It is a state of longing.

She cannot return your love. She does not live in our world. She does not even live in the world of animals. She lives on a different star, absolutely alone.

I cannot wait an eternity for happiness.

Nostalgia is cowardice

Il n'y a rien de mieux qu'un roman pour faire comprendre que la réalité est mal faite, qu'elle n'est pas suffisante pour satisfaire les désirs, les appétits, les rêves humains.

Inventamos las ficciones para poder vivir de alguna manera las muchas vidas que quisiéramos tener cuando apenas disponemos de una sola.

Je veux voir le film, grosse bête.»

Con gli anni, mi hai fatto diventare come te. Tutto serve per ottenere quello che uno vuole. Sono parole tue, nina mala. E io, lo sai fin troppo bene, l'unica cosa che voglio a questo mondo sei tu. (...) No, tu non sei capace di cose così. disse, a mezza voce, come lamentando quella carenza della mia personalità.

Había sentido un dedicado malestar, una quieta nostalgia. ¿El amor, Zavalita? Entonces nunca habías estado enamorado de Aída, piensa. ¿O el amor era ese gusano en las tripas que sentías años atrás? Piensa: entonces nunca de Ana, Zavalita.

Se besaron con avidez y desesperación, primero en los labios y, luego, abriendo las bocas, confundiendo sus lenguas, intercambiando sus salivas, mientras las manos de cada una le quitaban —le arranchaban— a la otra el camisón hasta quedar desnudas y enredadas; giraban