Quotes About Yearning

It was painful to see the best of him directed at someone else.

I don't think I had ever felt lonelier in my life.

When I finally spoke, my voice was a small, broken thing. What emerged was the only thing I could safely say. 'I missed you.

I just . . . want to be a man who has been to a concert with a girl in a red dress. Just for a few minutes more.

There was something about sliding into a man's shirt – Fred's shirt – that made her breath catch in her throat.

I know this—nobody gets everything. And we immigrants know this more than anyone. You always have one foot in two places. You can never be truly happy because, from the moment you leave, you are two selves, and wherever you are one half of you is always calling to the other. This is our price, Louisa. This is the cost of who we are.

Don't think of me too often. I don't want to think of you getting all maudlin.

Sometimes she wondered how it were possible to be so far from the sea and still feel as if she were drowning.

For the first time since I had arrived in America I had an almost physical sense of being in the wrong place, as if I were being tugged by an invisible cords to somewhere a million miles away.

For the first time since I had arrived in America I had an almost physical sense of being in the wrong place, as if I were being tugged by invisible cords to somewhere a million miles away.

Lo besé, para ver si así volvía. Lo besé y posé mis labios en los suyos de modo que nuestras respiraciones se entremezclaron y las lágrimas de mis ojos se convirtieron en sal en su piel, y me dije a mí misma que, en algún lugar, unas diminutas partículas de él serían parte de mí, ingeridas, tragadas, vivas, perpetuas. Quise apretar mi cuerpo por completo contra él. Quise inspirarle un deseo. Quise entregarle toda la vida que sentía y obligarle a vivir.

I could almost feel the miles between us shrinking, as if we were at two ends of some invisible elastic thread.

It's the thing about wanting something you can't have. And that thing of never being able to say what you really feel.

With Will I sensed a vast internal hinterland, a world he wouldn't give me even a glimpse of.

I don't want to go in just yet. I just want to sit and not have to think about…" He swallowed. Even in the half-dark it seemed effortful. "I just…want to be a man who has been to a concert with a girl in a red dress. Just for a few minutes more.

Solo... quiero ser un hombre que ha ido a un concierto con una chica vestida de rojo.

I felt, briefly, on the edge of tears. I had looked forward to an evening full of giggling children, delicious food, and laughter. Instead I was going to be a shadow again, a silent prop in an icy room.

How many times had she wanted to have this conversation? How many times had she rehearsed all the things she wanted to say to him?

Intenté existir, nada más, intenté absorber al hombre al que amaba mediante ósmosis, intenté grabar lo que quedaba de él sobre mi cuerpo.

Solo quería verle, sentir la fuerza de sus abrazos, ver brillar su cara como el sol encima de ella.

Didn't you ever love anything that much?

And I thought that even before I had sex with him.

What if I were smiling and running into your arms? Would you see then what I see now?

in the way her long thin fingers fiddled with a sugar cube, in the way she held his eye when she spoke, in the way he wanted to reach across and tuck a stray wisp of hair back behind her ear.