Quotes About Yearning

And what am I to do? Well, that depends. Do you like the girl? Like her? I don't know. How do you know if...? It's very simple. Do you look at her furtively and feel like biting her? Biting her? On her backside, for example.

1I smiled bitterly, a defeated man pitifully begging a God in whom he had never trusted.

Pense en lo poco que tenia que ofrecerle y en lo mucho que queria recibir de ella

No tenía sueño, ni ganas de tentarlo.

Quelle erano le parole che voleva sentirsi dire, e alla fine cedette alla tentazione di crederci.

When I reached the street, I could still feel [her] face, her voice, and her smell, deep in my soul. I carried the trace of her lips, of her breath on my skin through streets full of faceless people escaping from offices and shops.

I was incapable of writing or feeling anything except the terror of her absence, of knowing she was lost, wrenched away.

Dios solo escucha cuando uno suplica lo que no necesita.

Quando cheguei à rua ainda levava o seu rosto,a sua voz e o seu cheiro cravados na alma.

Sé que no es usted hombre de fe, Edmond, pero la fe se encuentra cuando no se busca y llegará el día en que sea su corazón, no su mente, el que anhele la purificación del alma.

Entretanto, sentirse deseada y apreciada bastaba para quemar la soledad y la nostalgia de cuanto había dejado atrás.

Las últimas horas habían transcurrido en otro mundo, un universo de roces, de miradas que no entendía y que se comían la razón y la vergüenza. Ahora, de regreso a aquella realidad que siempre acechaba en las sombras del ensanche, el embrujo se desprendía y apenas me quedaba el deseo doloroso y una inquietud que no tenía nombre.

Cuántas almas perdidas necesitas, Señor, para saciar tu apetito?, preguntaba el sombrero. Dios, en su infinito silencio, le miraba sin pestañear.

Julián Carax's book was waiting for me, as it always did, its spine just visible at the end of a shelf. I took it in my hands and pressed it against my chest

Nos miramos en la penumbra buscando palabras que no existían.

Nunca seria mio, le habia perdido antes de empezar

M-am gândit cât de mult îmi doream s? m? refugiez în privirea aceea fugar? care se temea c? e transparent?, goal?. M-am gândit la singur?tatea ce avea s? m? cuprind? în noaptea aceea, când aveam s? m? despart de ea, în lips? de alte trucuri sau poveÅŸti cu care s?-mi câÅŸtig compania ei. M-am gândit la cât de puÈ›ine aveam s?-i ofer ÅŸi cât de multe voiam de la ea.

AFTERNOON OF MIST AND DRIZZLE, CLARA BARCELÓ STOLE my heart, my breath, and my sleep. In

Every afternoon, when we parted, I walked back home dreaming about the moment when I would rescue her from that existence marked by absences, from that night visitor who scared her, from that pampered life that stole the light from her with every passing day. Every afternoon I told myself that I wasn't going to forget her and that, so long as I remembered her, I'd be able to save her.

there were no more ghosts there than those of absence and loss

All he asked God was to show him how the three of them could be happy, preferably also in his own way. He begged the Lord to send him a signal, a whisper, a crumb of His presence. God, in His infinite wisdom, and perhaps overwhelmed by the avalanche of requests from so many tormented souls, did not answer.

Mañana, o tal vez pasado, te escribiré otra vez para decirte que te quiero, aunque eso no signifique nada para ti.

Recuérdame, Daniel, aunque sea en un rincón y a escondidas. No me dejes ir.

Pasé el sábado en trance, anclado tras el mostrador de la librería con la esperanza de ver a Bea aparecer por la puerta como por ensalmo. Cada vez que sonaba