Quotes About Yearning

A sadness like a coqui that has been told to remain silent and I wanted Taina to sing...

As the sick man does not skip and leap around, his wishes do so all the more.

Todos vosotros conocéis la profunda melancolía que nos sobrecoge al recordar los tiempos felices. Esos tiempos que se han alejado para no volver más y de los cuales estamos más implacablemente separados que por cualquier distancia. Y las imágenes de la vida son más seductoras todavía vistas en el reflejo que nos dejan, y pensamos en ellas como en el cuerpo de una amada difunta que reposara bajo tierra y que de pronto se nos apareciera, como un luminoso espejismo...

We had come from lecture halls, school desks and factory workbenches, and over the brief weeks of training, we had bonded together into one large and enthusiastic group. Grown up in an age of security, we shared a yearning for danger, for the experience of the extraordinary. We were enraptured by war.

Voilà Dvora, je sens des abeilles dans mon sang, un ours dans mon cÅ"ur, chaque battement est une patte qui démolit la ruche. Elle me donne sa main et moi je sais que je ne la lui rendrai plus.

Comme tous les autres je désirais un chien, impossible à obtenir dans notre peu d'espace. Je me pris d'affection pour une balle jaune aux mille couleurs passées et sa bonne odeur de caoutchouc. Quand j'étais seul dans la pièce, la balle, de joie, me sautait dessus et jouait à ne pas se laisser prendre. Tout à coup ma mère criait d'arrêter et la balle craintive allait finir sous le lit.

Quand elle s'élançait soudain en courant du parasol vers la mer sans avertir personne, je ne courais pas derrière elle pour ne pas m'exposer au ridicule, mais je la suivais tout le temps de sa baignade avec la tension d'un chien à la chaîne.

Gli assenti hanno bisogno di una voce che li chiami fuori dall'assenza e li costringa a starci nuovamente, per la durata di una canzone almeno

He still could not understand why he had nothing, and would never have anything, and there was no one who knew and who could tell him. It was the unsolved mystery of his life.

She could sometimes stand the pain of it in her stomach when she knew there was nothing to eat, but when Lov stood in full view taking turnips out of the sack, she could not bear the sight of seeing food no one would let her have.

Next to want, boredom has become the worst scourge in our lives.

With a great sign Titch rose from his creaking seat. The impossible occurs so infrequently in this world, even to those who would devote their lives to studying it. But anyone could see: he ached to believe.

I was overjoyed to spy Milo among them. He caught sight of me and came running to the doorway. "Glau--I mean, Hel-- Atalanta, there you are! I--" He dropped his voice sharply so that no one else could hear him say, "I've missed you." "I've missed you, too," I said as I led him off. The other men catcalled after us, but we ignored them.

You know how it feels when you're someplace and you ask yourself, Why am I here? That's how it is with me all the time. I can't wait to leave. To go from wherever I am to some other place. It never ends.

Me, when it comes to religion, I have no God. When I'm cool, I don't need anyone, and when I'm feeling shitty and this big empty hole opens up inside me, I just know there's never been a god that could fill it and there never will be.

To live is to suffer, to live is to sweat, to live is an ache you can't fucking forget. To live is to yearn, to live is to burn, to live is to fucking screw up and wait for the fate to turn.

For three months, a person sits and looks at you, imagining a kiss.

The moment of WANT is really the misunderstood urge to connect with the world around us.

I know the intimate gestures he uses with women, but I still want to know the gestures he uses with God.

I long for solitude and yet I cannot stand it.

the outcome of my days is always the same; an infinite desire for what one never gets; a void one cannot fill; an utter yearning to produce in all ways, to battle against time that drags us along, and the distractions that throw a veil over our soul…….one works not only to produce art but to give value to time…. — Eugène Delacroix (1798 -1863)

Hoje roubei todas as rosas dos jardins e cheguei ao pé de ti de mãos vazias.

We've worn our words to death, when now I say: my love, nothing happens, absolutely nothing. And yet, before the words were spent, I'm certain that everything trembled at the mere murmur of your name in the silence of my heart. Now we have nothing to give. There is nothing within you that asks me for water. The past is useless as a rag. And I've told you already: the words are spent. Good-bye.

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