Quotes About Yearning

it just seems like men aren't interested in knowing women. Even the decent ones. Everything is lonely after the excitement.

She had a body that even I coveted in a strictly Platonic sense.

Their eyes have a staring expression; they are always seeking something. What are they seeking? The whites always want something; they are always uneasy and restless. We do not know what they want. We do not understand them. We think that they are mad.

But if those sensual pleasures fail the person who desires and wishes for them, he will suffer, pierced by the arrow of pain.

I was amazed when I looked into her eyes – the eyes of a hunted, a cornered animal – seeking, seeking, always in the hope of something. . . She is possessed . . .And why is she possessed? Because she does not live the life that makes sense. Hers is a life utterly, grotesquely banal. . .with no point in it at all. If she dies today, nothing has happened, nothing has vanished – because she was nothing!

You are a slave to what you need in your soul.

If I discover within myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world

having someone I could belong to was a lure I'd always both fought against and gravitated to. I did not like the idea of being owned,

Some have the will of a language but lack a mouth.

De vez em quando eu vou ficar esperando você numa tarde cinzenta de inverno, bem no meio duma praça, então os meus braços não vão ser suficientes para abraçar você e a minha voz vai querer dizer tanta, mas tanta coisa que eu vou ficar calada um tempo enorme. só olhando você, sem dizer nada só olhando e pensando: "meu Deus, mas como você me dói de vez em quando…

Eu não quero que seja pra sempre, nem que seja certo. Só quero que seja.

Queria tanto que alguém me amasse por alguma coisa que eu escrevi.

Tô me sentindo estranho hoje... - Por que? - Sei lá, hoje acordei com vontade de tudo que, com muito esforço, eu deixei de gostar... - Cigarros? - Também! - Do que mais? - Você.

Ando meio fatigado de procuras inúteis e sedes afetivas insaciáveis.

Existe sempre uma coisa Ausente.

A luxúria reside menos na exibição integral do que naquela breve nesga de carne mal e mal entrevista entre a luva e a manga.

I think that I also don't know what possibility and obligation are, but I know very clearly what need is. Desire? … Desire, we make up.

E me dá uma saudade irracional de você. Uma vontade de chegar perto, de só chegar perto, te olhar sem dizer nada, talvez recitar livros, quem sabe só olhar estrelas… dizer que te considero – pode ser por mais um mês, por mais um ano, ou quem sabe por uma vida – e que hoje, só por hoje ou a partir de hoje (de ontem, de sempre e de nunca), é sincero.

Querido amor, estou fazendo a minha parte: te esperar. Faça a sua: chegue

Con cada vez que te veo nueva admiración me das, y cuando te miro más aún mas mirarte deseo

You will never know the exquisite pain of the guy who goes home alone. Cause without the bitter, baby, the sweet ain't as sweet.

How much easier my life would be if I did not love you! I thought. How much less painful, but how much plainer. How much less color there would be in the world.

My playing had called to another human being at last. Surely, she could be no other than my own true love. Slowly, I got to my feet. Speak to me, I thought. And as if she'd heard me, the young woman's lips parted and she spoke thus: Have you lost your mind?

Though he did not gather me in with his arms, he did so with a look in his eyes.