Quotes About Yearning

Só Pedro Bala não a procurava no trapiche. Procurava ver, no céu de tanta estrela, uma que tivesse longa e loira cabeleira.

Apesar de não ser noite de lua, havia um romântico romance no casarão colonial. Ela sorria e baixava os olhos, por vezes piscava com um olho porque pensava que isto era namorar. E seu coração batia rápido quando o olhava. Não sabia que isso era amor.

Mañana--¡mágica palabra la noche en que se nos ha dicho que somos amados!

Life and death have been lacking in my life.

I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart, I am trying to bribe you with uncertainty, with danger, with defeat.

There is a feeling the body gives the mind of having missed something, a bedrock poverty, like falling without the sense that you are passing through one world, that you could reach another anytime. Instead the real is crossing you, your body an arrival you know is false but can't outrun. And somewhere in between these geese forever entering and these spiders turning back, this astonishing delay, the everyday, takes place.

No, she wanted me to beg her to do what she wanted to do. Like all women, she wanted me to offer her what she desired. I have been rolled.

Mme. Chantelouve would never realize the ideal he had fashioned for himself, the tantalizing features, the agile, wild animal body, the melancholy and ardent bearing, which he had dreamed. Indeed, the mere fact of knowing the unknown rendered her less desirable, more vulgar. Accessibility killed the chimera.

A foolish letter with "I" written all over it. Who would suspect that while I wrote it my sole thought was of You?

She embodied his need to soar upward from the terrestrial humdrum.

La historia de la poesía amorosa podría dividirse en poética del deseo, poética del objeto de deseo y poética de los sentimientos que acompañan al deseo.

Me estoy muriendo de aburrimiento en este pueblo y yo no quiero morirme debajo de una muralla de adobe desplomada, yo tengo derecho a ver un poco de luz yo que nunca he salido de este hoyo, porque me engañaron para que me quedara aquí diciéndome que la Japonesita es hija mía.

hambrienta de otra piel, de cualquier piel con tal que fuera caliente y que se pudiera morder y apretar y lamer, los hombres no se daban cuenta ni con qué se acostaban, perro, vieja, cualquier cosa.

Öyle sevindim ki günüme güneÅŸ doÄŸdu. Özlemimin dizginlerini kavrayan ileri at?ld?.

Daha anlatsana," dedim. "HoÅŸuna m? gitti?" "Hem de çok. Seninle sekiz yüz elli iki bin kilometre boyunca hiç durmadan laflamak isterdim." "Benzinimiz yeter mi ki?" "Yalanc?ktan doldurursak yeter.

Muchas veces las confesiones de los hombres expresan más bien lo que hambrea su deseo que lo poseído y lo gozado.

Sabe V. que es muy triste para mí el perderla á v. después de haberla conocido?

Well, ever since I have known you, morning and night have lost all their charms for me, and I find only the afternoon beautiful. Sometimes I think the morning was made only to prepare the day for the enjoyment of the delights of the afternoon, and the night only to dream and to enjoy the remembrance of feelings I never knew before.

She wanted to pray, but who prays in the hour of despair? Prayers are said in hope; otherwise the invocation to God becomes a reproach. So it was that in her heart she cried out and complained that this one man had been singled out to be cut off from the love of others, and asked why he was not denied sun and air and the sight of the skis, when one could live without these, but not without love.

huyamos pronto de ese hombre, tras de cuyo solo nombre se me escapa el corazón.

o arráncame el corazón, o ámame, porque te adoro.

Sollocé inconsolablemente por lo que se me moría, antes de vivirlo. Sin saberlo, creyendo que lloraba por mí, en realidad lloraba por los dos más agrios dolores del hombre: el amor y el adiós.

En realidad, no sé qué haría si de pronto, por algún motivo, tuviera que vivir solo. Si en mi cama sintiera, en vez de su tibieza, su ausencia; si no pudiera reclamarle un movimiento brusco que me despierta; si a media noche no pudiera impacientarme y decirle que se retire un poco, porque tengo calor, o en la madrugada, quedamente, apretando su mano, que se acerque.

Let Rufus weep, rejoice, stand, sit, or walk, Still he can nothing but of Nævia talk: Let him eat, drink, ask Questions, or dispute, Still he must speak of Nævia, or be mute. He writ to his Father, ending with this Line, I am, my Lovely Nævia, ever thine.