Quotes About Yearning

One night I saw the moon, shining so big and round, and I tried to grab it out of the sky.

Ama insan, dilekleri can?n?n istediÄŸi gibi ne ça??rabilir ne de bast?rabilir. Dilekler, ister iyi ister kötü olsunlar, tüm niyetlerden çok daha derindedir içimizde. Ve hiç hissedilmeden doÄŸarlar.

Bastian struggled for air. His heart pounded, it was not big enough for so great a longing.

Nein, man spürt nichts. Es fehlt einem eben nur etwas. Und jeden Tag fehlt einem mehr, wenn man davon einmal befallen ist. Bald werden wir gar nicht mehr vorhanden sein.

Si può essere perfettamente convinti di desiderare una cosa, magari per anni interi, fintanto si sa che il desiderio non è realizzabile. Ma nel momento stesso in cui, all'improvviso, ci si trova di fronte alla possibilità ch'esso si trasformi in realtà, allora non si ha più che un solo desiderio: non averlo desiderato mai.

Hay seres que sin saber bien por qué, se sienten sin raíces en este mundo. Lo que los demás llaman realidad les parece un espejismo, un sueño confuso y a menudo angustioso. Se sienten condenados a vivir en este mundo como si se tratara de un exilio en tierra hostil. Con nostalgia incurable añoran otra realidad que creen recordar como una patria lejana, sin poder formular nada concreto sobre ella.

Perhaps the home I am homesick for is still there, after all.

But she kept saying how brilliant he was. And he's all she talked about. And I fell in love with the image my cousin had of Mokund Thapa. I wanted to be like Mokund Thapa. One

You still search for Narnia, even though by then you're too old to believe in it and it doesn't want you there.

It was one of those dreams from which she woke up depressed about her reality, filled with a longing that pulled at her insides, wishing the dream could have lasted forever, or at least much longer than it had.

Oh, my beauty! Oh, my love. Soon your loins shall live--and throb to my pounding dork! Ah! Ah!

But try as I might, I never got to eat any of her pastries, and do you know, she never even offered me one.

Charlie often told me we were living on borrowed time out here. I don't want to borrow any more time. I want time to stop so that tomorrow never comes, so that dawn will never happen.

You know something, you never know what lonely is until you are really alone, alone all day, alone all night, with no one to talk to.

Here there are no folds in the fields, only wide open plains, scarcely a hill in sight. And instead of church towers they have spires that thrust themselves skywards like a child putting his hand up in class, longing to be noticed. But God, if there is one, notices nothing here. He has long since abandoned this place and all of us who live in it.

Do you understand the sadness of geography?

I am not in love with him, I am in love with ghosts. So is he, he's in love with ghosts.

As if this collection of things is what she is. So we fall in love with ghosts.

I want to die on your chest but not yet she wrote sometime in the 13th century of our love

I went mad before he did, you killed everything in me. Kiss me,will you. Stop defending yourself.

But when we are searching for an example of what we no longer have, we see it everywhere.

Because what she wanted, I suspect, was a world she could fully participate in, even if it meant not being fully and safely loved.

If he could walk across the room and touch her he would be sane. But between them lay a treacherous and complex journey. It was a very wide world.

I shall have to learn how to miss you.