Quotes About Yearning

Ils se regardèrent ; et leurs pensées, confondues dans la même angoisse, s'étreignaient étroitement, comme deux poitrines palpitantes. –

And all the time, deep within her, she was waiting for something to happen. Like a shipwrecked sailor she scanned her solitude with desperate eyes for the sight of a white sail far off on the misty horizon. She had no idea what that chance would be, what wind would waft it to her, where it would set her ashore, whether it was a launch or a three-decker, laden with anguish or filled to the portholes with happiness. But every morning when she woke she hoped to find it there.

Would this misery last for ever? Was there no escape? Was she not quite as good as all the lucky women? She had seen duchesses at La Vaubyessard with clumsier waists and commoner ways than she; she cursed the injustice of God. She propped her head against the wall and wept, for envy of those hectic lives, the shameless pleasure-seeking, the masked balls, and all the wild delights, unknown to her, that they must afford.

As to Emma, she did not ask herself whether she loved. Love, she thought, must come suddenly, with great outbursts and lightnings—a hurricane of the skies, which falls upon life, revolutionises it, roots up the will like a leaf, and sweeps the whole heart into the abyss

alors, s'appuyant contre le secrétaire, il resta jusqu'au soir perdu dans une rêverie douloureuse. Elle l'avait aimé, après tout.

And Emma wondered exactly what was meant in life by the words 'bliss', 'passion', 'ecstasy', which had looked so beautiful in books

She plained of love, she longed for wings

Aquela putain , Emma Bovary, tem a vida eterna e eu morro como um cão.

As a child I dreamt of love—as a young man of fame—as a man, of the tomb, that last love of those who have no love left.

Je m'ennuie – Je voudrais être crevé, être ivre, ou être Dieu pour faire des farces. Et merde.

Szeretett volna nem élni vagy mindig aludni.

Avant qu'elle se marîat, elle avait cru avoir de l'amour; mais le bonheur qui aurait dû résulter, de cet amour n'étant pas venu, il fallait qu'elle se fut trompée, songeait-elle. Et Emma, cherchait à savoit se que l'on entendait au juste dans la vie par les mots de felicité, de passion, et d'ivresse, qui lui avaient paru si beaux dans les livres.

Elle se répétait : « J'ai un amant ! un amant ! » se délectant à cette idée comme à celle d'une autre puberté qui lui serait survenue. Elle allait donc posséder enfin ces joies de l'amour, cette fièvre du bonheur dont elle avait désespéré. Elle entrait dans quelque chose de merveilleux où tout serait passion, extase, délire ;

Embora ele estivesse separado dela, não a tinha abandonado, estava ali, e as paredes da casa pareciam guardar a sombra dele.

Šta meni ostaje da radim na svetu? Drugi se upinju iz petnih žila da bi došli do bogatstva, slave, vlasti! A ja, ja nemam nikakvog položaja, Vi ste jedino moje zanimanje, svo moje bogatstvo, cilj, centar mog života, mojih misli... Ne mogu više da živim bez Vas, kao što ne mogu bez nebeskog vazduha!

ca ÅŸi cum preaplinul sufletului nu s-ar rev?rsa câteodat? prin metaforele cele mai g?unoase, fiindc? nimeni, niciodat?, nu poate da m?sur? exact? a nevoilor, nici a concepÅ£iilor, nici a durerilor sale, iar cuvântul omenesc este ca un ceaun dogit în care batem ritmuri de ursari, când de fapt am râvni s? înduio??m stelele.

So that was all love was! That was all a woman was! Good Lord, why do we still hunger even when we are sated? Why so many aspirations and so many disappointments? Why is man's heart so big and life so small? There are days when even the love of the angels would not suffice it, and in a single hour it grows weary of all the caresses of earth.

Elle aurait voulu ne plus vivre, ou continuellement dormir.

siempre hay algún deseo que arrastra, pero alguna conveniencia social que retiene.

She had purchased for herself a blotting-case, stationery, a penholder and some envelopes, although she had no one to write to; she wiped the dust off her shelves, looked at herself in the mirror, took down a book, then, dreaming between the lines, let it fall in her lap. She had a desire to travel, or to go back and live at her convent. She wished both to die and to live in Paris.

Elle avait envie de faire des voyages ou de retourner vivre à son couvent. Elle souhaitait à la fois mourir et habiter Paris.

Esta prohibición de verla era para él como un derecho a amarla.

Why does one love? How queer it is to see only one being in the world, to have only one thought in one's mind, only one desire in the heart, and only one name on the lips--a name which comes up continually, rising, like the water in a spring, from the depths of the soul to the lips, a name which one repeats over and over again, which one whispers ceaselessly, everywhere, like a prayer.

Whatever we may do or attempt, despite the embrace and transports of love, the hunger of the lips, we are always alone. I have dragged you out into the night in the vain hope of a moment's escape from the horrible solitude which overpowers me. But what is the use! I speak and you answer me, and still each of us is alone; side by side but alone."