Quotes About Yearning

Bella, I love you, kid," he said in case she could hear. Fear brushed the walls of his chest, circling inside him like a bat in a house. Then he got hold of it. He wanted to get something for her, anything, but he did not want her to feel him let go of her hand.

Graham loved the way she turned her head, artlessly giving him her less perfect profile. He could see the pulse in her throat, and remembered suddenly and completely the taste of salt on her skin.

y empezaba a sentir añoranza por el mundo de antaño; como un ancla en un mar con mal tiempo.

She yawns for men and not with her mouth. She weeps for men and not with her eyes. She drinks men down, she is a cave for me.

She yawns for men and not with her mouth. She weeps for men and not with her eyes. She drinks men down, she is a cave for men.

And with love, ambitions!

His yearning for new and faraway places, his desire for freedom, relief and oblivion was as he admitted to himself, an urge to flee-an urge to get away from his work, from the everyday site of a cold, rigid, and passionate servitude.

This yearning for new and distant scenes, this craving for freedom, release, forgetfulness -- they were he admitted to himself, an impulse towards flight, flight from the spot which was the daily theatre of a rigid, cold, and passionate service.

Often I have thought of the day when I gazed for the first time at the sea. The sea is vast, the sea is wide, my eyes roved far and wide and longed to be free. But there was the horizon. Why a horizon, when I wanted the infinite from life?

But he immediately felt he did not really want to take that step. It would lead him back, give his soul back to himself; but when one is frantic, the last thing one desires is to be oneself again.

C'è nostalgia, dentro, e malinconica invidia, appena un po' di disprezzo e una grande, casta felicità.

Entangled and besotted as he was, he no longer wished for anything else than to pursue the beloved object that inflamed him, to dream about him when he was absent and to speak amorous phrases, after the manner of lovers, to his mere shadow.

Amaba el mar por razones profundas: por la apetencia de reposo propia del artista sometido a un arduo trabajo, que ante la exigente pluralidad del mundo fenoménico anhela cobijarse en el seno de lo simple en inmenso, y también por una propensión ilícita -diametralmente opuesta a su tarea y, por eso mismo, seductora- hacia lo inarticulado, inconmensurable y eterno: hacia la nada.

B?rbatul se îmbat? cu propria dorin??, iar femeia cere È™i aÈ™teapt? s? fie îmb?tat? de dorinÈ›a b?rbatului. De aici provine pentru noi obligaÈ›ia pasiunii, de aici decurge înfior?toarea ruÈ™ine a insensibilit??ii, a neputinÈ›ei de a trezi dorinÈ›a femeii.

Zo wist en wilde de verwarde niets anders meer dan de aanstichter van het vuur dat in hem brandde zonder ophouden te achtervolgen, over hem te dromen wanneer hij er niet was en naar de wijze van de verliefden louter tegen zijn schaduwbeeld tedere woorden te fluisteren. Eenzaamheid, de vreemde omgeving en het geluk van een late en diepe roes moedigden hem aan en haalden hem ertoe over om van zichzelf ook het meest bevreemdende zonder schaamte of blozen te accepteren, (...)

Quien se esfuerza por alcanzar lo excelso, nota el ansia de reposar en lo perfecto

To feel stirring within you the wonderful and melancholy play of strange forces and to be aware that those others you yearn for are blithely inaccessible to all that moves you?what a pain is this! And yet! He stood there aloof and alone, staring hopelessly at a drawn blind and making, in his distraction, as though he could look out. But yet he was happy. For he lived. His heart was full...

Ma che aveva, dunque? Che cosa mai era quello che, sotto la cenere della sua stanchezza, bruciava oscuro e dolente, senza poter divampare in chiara fiamma?

It's a craving that shouldn't even exist, and yet you can't wish it didn't exist. Once it has hold of you, you can't wish it away, because you'd have to wish your life away, it's so bound up with it, and you can't do that—what good would dying do? Afterward—with pleasure. In her arms—only too gladly. But before? That's nonsense, because life is desire, and desire is life, and life can't be its own enemy.

sapere che coloro ai quali tu aneli, vi resistono con severa inaccessibilità, fa molto male.

A felicidade é amar e talvez colher pequenas aproximações ilusórias da pessoa amada.

People, after all, only love and respect other people so long as they remain unable to judge them. Longing is a child of ignorance

Era voglia di viaggiare, nient'altro; ma sopraggiunta davvero come un accesso e cresciuta fino alla passione, addirittura all'inganno dei sensi.

Burada hani öyle görülmedik bir güçlük de bulunmuyordu, aksine Aschenbach'?n elini kolunu baÄŸlayan ÅŸey, art?k hiçbir ÅŸeyle giderilemeyecek bir yetersizlik görünüÅŸündeki isteksizlikten doÄŸma kuruntulard?.