Quotes About Yearning

Pela noite adiante, com a morte na algibeira, cada homem procura um rio para dormir, e com os pés na lua ou num grão de areia enrola-se no sono que lhe quer fugir. Cada sonho morre às mãos doutro sonho. Dez-réis de amor foram gastos a esperar. O céu que nos promete um anjo bêbado é um colchão sujo num quinto andar.

Yesterday, at the same reading, I suddenly heard a word that sounded like "Papulya". I nearly burst into sobs. Again -- this is not a hallucination because the word was pronounced, the voice was similar, and I did not doubt for an instant that my daughter, who was supposed to be in Tobolsk, was talking to me ...

I'm bankrupt without love.

But having gotten what we had always wanted, we find we have not gotten what we wanted at all. We are less fulfilled than ever

But you never got hungry for me. You continued to ignore me." GOD'S Decree. 7-8

But you never got thirsty for me. You ignored me." GOD'S Decree. 9

It was a great mistake, my being born a man, I would have been much more successful as a seagull or a fish. As it is, I will always be a stranger who never feels at home, who does not really want and is not really wanted, who can never belong, who must be a little in love with death!

Obsessed by a fairy tale, we spend our lives searching for a magic door and a lost kingdom of peace.

I long for someone to invent a punctuation mark for despondency…)

How can I describe what effect that ancient, absurd, and wonderful rite has upon me when her lips touch mine? Can I find a formula to express that whirlwind which sweeps out of my soul everything, everything save her?

Absent one, how I miss you on this shore that conjures you and fades if you're away

L'attesa é lunga, Il mio sogno de ti non é finito (The wait is long, My dream of you is not ended)

Per me l'ago della bilancia sei sempre tu. M'hanno chiesto chi sei. Se lo sapessi lo direi a gran voce. E sarei chiuso tra quelle sbarre donde non s'esce più.

Io sono abituato a cibarmi di nuvole e lontananza

Sale un' ora d' attesa in cieIo, vacua, dal mare che s'ingrigia. Un albero ill nuvole sull' acqua cresce, poi crolla come di cinigia. Assente, come manem in questa plaga che ti presente e senza te consuma: sei lontana e pero tutto divaga dal suo soleo, dirupa, spare in bruma.

I asked him for a bedtime story. I didn't really want a story, I just wanted him to talk to me. He couldn't think of anything. When I woke up he was gone but there was a letter on my bed that began, "So, you wanted a bedtime story….

Would that I were under the cliffs, in the secrethiding-places of the rocks,that Zeus might change me to a winged bird.

Lady, the sun's light to our eyes is dear, And fair the tranquil reaches of the sea, And flowery earth in May, and bounding waters; And so right many fair things I might praise; Yet nothing is so radiant and so fair As for souls childless, with desire sore-smitten, To see the light of babes about the house.

Come back. Even as a shadow, even as a dream.

Sometimes I long to forget… It is painful to be conscious of two worlds.

Then, when he said her name, she opened her eyes. One hand went out to his sleeve. "Can we go now?" she whispered. And he answered. "Yes.

Nick, if I can have you, I don't want or need anything or anybody else in the world. Call it whatever you want. Just say yes.

At that moment I felt truly sorry for him. He might be a big, tough alien with a super fast spaceship, but he was living on snake sandwiches, and he'd never had cheese or chocolate which are like two of the holy trinity of foods as far as I'm concerned. (Wine is the third, in case you are interested.)

My heart was heavy as I scrubbed her warm, sweet feminine smell from my skin and even heavier as I imagined the wounded, frightened look in her eyes when I showed up on her front step again. But all the same, I couldn't stop wanting to see her. Even if I could never have her ever again, I couldn't help myself. I loved her.