Quotes About Yearning

Ibland är frånvaron nästan fysiskt närvarande [...]. Frånvaro likt nedtrampat, vissnat gräs där något har funnits men inte finns kvar. Frånvaro där en tråd blivit bortsliten ur en bonad och lämnat efter sig ett hål som aldrig kan lagas (s. 475).

?ki y?l sonra yüz yüze olman?n verdi?i hayranl?kla birbirlerine bakt?lar. Sanki dileklerin sonucu bir araya gelen hayaller gibiydiler. O an? sadece dokunmak gerçek k?labilirdi.

A?k için yan?p tutu?mak, kendini bileklerinin etraf?nda dolan?p sürekli miyavlayan bir kedi gibi hissetmesine neden oluyordu: Tüylerimi ok?a, benimle ilgilen, bana bak, beni sev.

Sus ojos se dirigieron hacia Akiva. La manera en que la miraba... era como si la tocara.

So near, and yet so very far away.

She only ever saw him at a great distance, and doesn't even know what his true face looked like. She wishes she did. And

She couldn't fly, but it could. It was a kind of escape, but it mocked freedom. She was still a prisoner, a secret monster. But now she was a prisoner and secret monster who could spy on the life that she could never have.

Su mirada era como una mecha encendida que consumía el aire que había entre ellos.

Incluso en la cálida primavera de Marruecos, sentía frío, como si lo único que pudiera devolverle su calor fuera él.

No one could do that like Akiva could, burn a path across space, make you feel seen, set apart.

Anhelar el amor la hacía sentir como un gato que siempre se enrosca en los tobillos maullando. Acaríciame, acaríciame, mírame, quiéreme. Preferiría ser el gato que observa todo con descaro.

Just to find you and be in the world that you're in…

Si alguien se enamoraba alguna vez de él, pensó con amargura, tal vez fuera agradable poder tocarla sin derramar sangre

I wanted, I told her, to lie under the stars and smell different breezes. I wanted to drink different waters, feel different heats. Stand with my comrades atop the ruin of old ideas. Plant my boot and steel my eye and not run. I said all this to my dead mother, spoke it down through the dirt: there was a conflagration to come; I wanted to lend it my spark.

There was magic in wanting to see a thing that has been marvelously described.

Kesetiaan selalu dikhianati, atau ia menanti selamanya untuk sesuatu yang tak pernah dimiliki

Mengira bahwa kita bisa pergi begitu saja dan tak dirindukan adalah keangkuhan yang paling luar biasa.

Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert thou not born in my father's dwelling?

I grow ominously tired of official confinement. Thirty years have I served the Philistines, and my neck is not subdued to the yoke. You don't know how wearisome it is to breathe the air of four pent walls without relief day after day, all the golden hours of the day between ten and four without ease or interposition ... these pestilential clerk-faces always in one's dish. O for a few years between the grave and the desk!

Our bottled charm is the main roadblock to drinking that clear cool glass of love.

Inadequate love is love. Unrequited love is love.

Who would one rather be? The one who desires, or the object of desire? One's answer to this question might determine if he is meant to be a poet or something else entirely.

I have a mouth for kisses / No one to give or to take / I have a heart in my bosom / Beating for nobody's sake.

I'm a hopeless romantic.