Quotes About Yearning

Want and boredom are indeed the twin poles of human life.

Guardando tutto ciò che non abbiamo, siamo soliti pensare: E se fosse mio?, e cosí facendo avvertiamo la privazione. Viceversa, nel caso di ciò che possediamo dovremmo pensare spesso: E se lo perdessi?.

El dolor no brota de no tener. Brota de querer tener y sin embargo no tener. El querer tener es la conditio sine qua non para que el dolor sea eficaz.

All wanting comes from need, therefore from lack, therefore from suffering.

Adev?rul nu este o prostituat? care se arunc? de gâtul celor care n-o doresc; el este, dimpotriv?, o femeie frumoas? ÅŸi atât de distant?, încât nici cel care-i jertfeÅŸte totul nu poate fi sigur de favorurile ei.

All willing springs from lack, from deficiency, and thus from suffering.

Querer, en esencia, es sufrir, y como vivir es querer, toda vida es esencialmente dolor.

Querer es esencialmente sufrir, y como vivir es querer, toda vida es por esencia dolor.

Being with him made her feel as though her soul had escaped from the narrow confines of her island country into the vast, extravagant spaces of his. He made her feel as though the world belonged to them- as though it lay before them like an opened frog on a dissecting table, begging to be examined.

When she listened to songs that she loved on the radio, something stirred inside her. A liquid ache spread under her skin, and she walked out of the world like a witch.

The moment I saw her, a part of me walked out of my body and wrapped itself around her. And there it still remains.

He could do only one thing at a time. If he held her, he couldn't kiss her. If he kissed her, he couldn't see her. If he saw her, he couldn't feel her.

Need was a warehouse that could accommodate a considerable amount of cruelty.

Our dreams have been doctored.We belong no where. We sail unanchored on troubled seas.We may never be allowed ashore. Our sorrows will never be sad enough. Our joys never happy enough. Our dreams never big enough. Our lives never important enough. To matter..

She woke to the sound of his heart knocking against his chest. As though it was searching for a way out.

If he held her, he couldn't kiss her. If he kissed her, he couldn't see her. If he saw her, he couldn't feel her. (205)

We're Prisoners of War," Chacko said. "Our dreams have been doctored. We belong nowhere. We sail unanchored on troubled seas. We may never be allowed ashore. Our sorrows will never be sad enough. Our joys never happy enough. Our dreams never big enough. Our lives never important enough. To matter.

Sitting next to Tilo, breathing next to her, he felt like an empty house whose locked windows and doors were creaking open a little, to air the ghosts trapped inside it.

Margaret Kochamma found herself drawn towards him like a plant in a dark room towards a wedge of light.

Duniya ke mehfilon se ukta gaya hoon ya Rab Kya lutf anjuman ka , jab dil hi bujh gaya ho Shorish se bhagta hoon, dil dhoondta hai mera Aisa sukoot jis pe taqreer bhi fida ho I am weary of worldly gatherings, O Lord What pleasure in them, when the light in my heart is gone? From the clamour of crowds I flee, my heart seeks The kind of silence that would mesmerize speech itself

For one struck down by Cupid's bow Life becomes burdensome, isn't that so?

The God of Goosebumps and Sudden Smiles. He could do only one thing at a time. If he touched her, he couldn't talk to her, if he loved her he couldn't leave, if he spoke he couldn't listen, if he fought he couldn't win. Ammu longed for him. Ached for him with the whole of her biology. She returned to the dinner table.

She could feel how soft she felt to him. She could feel herself through him. Her skin. The way her body existed only where he touched her. The rest of her was smoke.

He longed for the river. Because water always helps.