Quotes About Yearning

As we walk on the stage of human agency otherwise known as history, we should remember that ours are but bit-parts, to be played only momentarily before we move on. The characters may change but the paradigm remains, every generation being the inheritor of the role of Hamlet, yearning and looking for lost fathers, weary of becoming broken men themselves.

Somewhere to the eastward a wolf howled; lightly, questioningly. I knew the voice, for I had heard it many times before. It was George, sounding the wasteland for an echo from the missing members of his family. But for me it was a voice which spoke of the lost world which once was ours before we chose the alien role; a world which I had glimpsed and almost entered...only to be excluded, at the end, by my own self.

She turned her attention to Naveen, her breath catching in her throat. It was hard to believe that, at one time, she'd found him annoying. She would gladly put up with his exasperating habits if it meant they could be together.

I don't know what I want but it's not this. I don't want to be this person, I don't want to be trapped in this body, in this house, in this marriage.fay we

Take me! Well, not quite take me, love me now, take me eventually

Ruby once told Margaret that Ben was an accident, but it wasn't true. The house just felt empty without a baby in it. Good God, why do women have such feelings: and worse, having them, why do they then act upon them?

Theirs was a relationship that could never be. But she couldn't help her feelings.

Kids are like heroin -- an injection of pain when they're around, but even when they're not around it's like that next fix. You just can't stop thinking about it.

Ma, se riprendeva a leggere romanzi, sognava di vivere nell'alta società, di essere corteggiata, di essere amata; e quei desideri la struggevano.

I libri le avevano fatto un gran male, eccitando la sua immaginazione, pascendola di allettanti finzioni, di chimere seducenti; ma oramai era troppo tardi per smettere, il male era già fatto, e nonostante la sua sfiducia, le restava in fondo al cuore inassopito il bisogno di commozioni, di scosse, di palpiti.

Verde que te quiero verde. Verde viento. Verdes ramas. El barco sobre la mar y el caballo en la montaña. Con la sombra en la cintura ella sueña en su baranda, verde carne, pelo verde, con ojos de fría plata.

Paint me a heaven of love with your bloodied mouth.

También yo quiero dejarte si pienso como se piensa. Pero voy donde tú vas. Tú también. Da un paso. Prueba. Clavos de luna nos funden mi cintura y tus caderas.

I went away from your side, in love without knowing it. Now I don't know how your eyes look, nor your hands, nor your hair. I know only the butterfly of your kiss on my forehead.

You tormented a hummingbird of love between your teeth.

I alone with my undiscovered love, without heart, without tears, towards the skies' impossible roof with a huge sun to console me.

Madrigals" 1 Like concentric ripples over the water, so in my heart your words. Like a bird that strikes against the wind, so on my lips your kisses. Like exposed fountains opposing the evening, so my dark eyes over your flesh. 2 I am caught in your circles, concentric. Like Saturn I wear the rings of my dream. I am not ruined by setting nor do I rise myself.

La noche no quiere venir para que tu no vengas, ni yo pueda ir. Pero yo iré, aunque un sol de alacranes me coma la sien. Pero tu vendrás con la lengua quemada por la lluvia de sal. El día no quiere venir para que tu no vengas, ni yo pueda ir. Pero yo iré entregando a los sapos mi mordido clavel. Pero tu vendrás por las turbias cloacas de la oscuridad. Ni la noche ni el día quieren venir para que por ti muera y tú mueras por mí.

To find a kiss of yours] translated by Sarah Arvio. To find a kiss of yours what would I give A kiss that strayed from your lips dead to love My lips taste the dirt of shadows To gaze at your dark eyes what would I give Dawns of rainbow garnet fanning open before God— The stars blinded them one morning in May And to kiss your pure thighs what would I give Raw rose crystal sediment of the sun

Cada vez tengo más deseos, y menos esperanzas.

Verde que te quiero verde. Verde viento.Verdes ramas. El barco sobre la mar y el caballo en la montaña. Con la sombra en la cintura ella sueña en su baranda, verde carne,pelo verde, con ojos de fria plata.

Y aunque no me quisieras te querría por tu mirar sombrío como quiere la alondra al nuevo día, sólo por el rocío.

Te quiero, te quiero, te quiero, con la butaca y el libro muerto, por el melancólico pasillo, en el oscuro desván del lirio, en nuestra cama de la luna y en la danza que sueña la tortuga. ¡Ay, ay, ay, ay! Toma este vals de quebrada cintura.

La mia felice bocca nuovamente incontrare vuole le tue labbra che baciando mi benedicono, le tue dita care voglio tenere e giocando congiungerle con le mie dita, saziare il mio assetato sguardo col tuo, avvolgere il mio capo nei tuoi folti capelli.