Quotes About Yearning

Because, when I was away, I couldn't stop thinking about you. Part of me said, yes, it was the right thing to do, for your sake; part of me recognized the kind of man I am, the kind of work I do, the utter impossibility of it. But the other part of me... I felt your absence like a wound.

I had learned how it felt to want more than the sweet touch of hand to cheek or lips to palm, more than a kiss, more than an embrace. I was starting to discover that it is not only the mind that understands love, but also the body.

All the same, our eyes spoke of something good, something deep, something that could grow and flower if the world we lived in would allow it. Something too precious to put into words. Something I would not dare let out into the light of day, not yet.

Ana wished very much that she could discuss this with Faolan

Cuanto más le odiaba, tanto más intentaba amarle, y lo conseguía. Estimulada por el apetito sexual, no podía hacer otra cosa.

Can it be, I wondered, that life without her is so dull as this?

Ideas and creeds are represented as unheeding stones as the ends of human longing.

I can't drink you away. I've tried...

It was as if, without realizing it, I had been completely disarmed by her legs.

A strange thing the face. I never felt anything about it at any given time, but when i found i didn't have one, I felt as if half the world had been torn away from me

I wanted to get close to you, and at the same time to stay away from you. I wanted to know you, and at the same time I resisted that knowing. I wanted to look at you and at the same time felt ashamed to look. My state of suspension was such that the crevice between us grew deeper and deeper, and holding the broken glass together with my two hands, I barely preserved its form.

I want so desperately for you to come safely through this moment and make a step toward me. Have I lost to him or has he lost to me?

Singur?tatea era o sete nesatisf?cut? de iluzii.

I was indeed in love with you. Though I was perhaps awkward about it, my love was constant. But the unhappy state of affairs was that I could affirm this love through awkwardness alone. I was like a child who cannot go on his school outing; at this point I could only be jealous of others.

Por eso uno se roe las uñas en la imposibilidad de hallar la paz en el simple latido del corazón; consume cigarrillos porque no está satisfecho con el ritmo de su propio cerebro; uno tiene que hacer temblar su cuerpo al no encontrar la satisfacción tan sólo en el sexo.

Kaoru glanced behind him, and then allowed his organ to tower in the direction of the window that might be there in space somewhere; allowed it to insist on its existence.

Sometimes, roughly once a year, Akane's mother would appear to her like this as a hallucination that only she could see. But what felt even stranger was that her mother—who had died young—appeared to have aged appropriately in her illusory form.

It is time to put up a love-swing! Tie the body and then tie the mind so that they swing between the arms of the Secret One you love, Bring the water that falls from the clouds to your eyes, and cover yourself inside entirely with the shadow of night. Bring your face up close to his ear, and then talk only about what you want deeply to happen.

You have left Your Beloved and are thinking of others: and this is why your work is in vain.

Mi verdadero miedo consiste en que jamás podré poseerte. Que en el mejor de los casos me veré limitado, como un perro inconscientemente fiel, a besar a tu mano que, distraídamente, habrás dejado a mi alcance, lo cual no será, por mi parte, una señal de amor, sino un signo de la desesperación del animal eternamente condenado al mutismo y a la distancia. Kafka a Felice Bauer (p.117)

Writing letters...means to denude oneself before the ghosts, something for which they greedily wait. Written kisses don't reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts. [Kafka to Milena]

Manche von uns haben Lieblingsbücher, die sie nie gelesen haben. Manche sogar welche, die nie geschrieben wurden. Dieses hier ist eines von meinen, und deshalb schreibe ich es auf.

Wahrscheinlich werde ich jede Nacht von dir träumen, sagte er. Und wenn ich aufwache, weiß ich, dass der beste Teil des Tages schon vorbei ist. Das hast du irgendwo gelesen. Hab ich nicht.

He clasped her fingers, not so she could pull him up but clearly because he wanted to touch them. She wanted it too, way too much, and then he stood there right in front of her, the abyss beside them, and she could smell his skin and his hair, and let go of his hand, even though she secretly wanted something quite different.