Quotes About Yearning

e il naufragar m'è dolce in questo mare.

Cuando ni siquiera me era grata, huyendo del placer, la sonrisa de los astros, el silencio de la aurora o el verdear del prado. Hasta de la gloria callaba amor ahora, y si en otro tiempo me inflamaba tanto, hoy sólo de la belleza era morada.

io mi sentiva il cuore molto molle e tenero, e alla cena osservando gli atti e i discorsi della Signora, mi piacquero assai, e mi ammollirono sempre più; e insomma, la Signora mi premeva molto... Diario del primo amore

La poesia appare come il luogo della ricerca ideale delle "parole giuste". In realtà la poesia è proprio il luogo in cui vengono a mancare le parole. È proprio da qui, da questa insufficienza, da questa mancanza - di bellezza, di giustizia, di felicità, di coraggio e chissà di che altro - da questa miseria delle parole nel tempo della nostra vita, che inizia il movimento della poesia.

How cruel that she had really seen him, touched him. That he had been real, not another phantasm drifting greyly among the trees, a little gasp of loneliness from her afflicted mind. But a beautiful face, and a voice not merely familiar but in her bones. The Ridgerunner was gone, and she could still smell him on her hands.

The one real woman you want just doesn't exist. She's a dream you have to live with. Reaching, reaching, reaching - but never touching.

Watch for when he goes," she whispered. "Then come over to my bedroom. I'll be waiting, darling. Run!

A lonely man thinks of nothing but friendship, just as a repressed man thinks of nothing but flesh.

The implication of her turn of phrase, as Matthew knew, wasn't to be taken seriously. But, like all sufferers from unrequited love, he had ceased to be particular. The words had been said. For that he was grateful. For his nocturnal reveries, for the postmortem of each day that he conducted night after night, it was all that mattered.

The longing she saw that even now danced between them with nowhere to go.

we are all waiting for the luminous hands that will reach for us in the night, the eyes that will witness our pain, the voice that will whisper the possibility of a different truth.

I'm so repressed even my dreams aren't exciting.

Chasing after what we want only results in more wanting, not in satiation.

the most real presence of all is the abscence of those we love.

What a charming little miss! The more I love her, the more she disdains me. - Bartolo

En mis prisas por salir hacia la vida, me había aferrado de la mano de un hombre cuyo único deseo era que lo acompañara a la cueva donde se escondía de ella.

El sueño pesa sobre mis hombros y me acerca de nuevo a vos, al huequito de tu brazo, a tu respiración, a una continuación infinita de la batalla de sábanas y almohadas que empezamos y que pone risa y energía a nuestro cansancio.

Llueve copiosamente sobre mi cara y sólo pienso en tu lejano amor mientras cobijo con todas mis fuerzas, la esperanza.

E adesso erano lì, di nuovo l'uno di fronte all'altra, e lui non poteva fare a meno di continuare a guardarla, come se i suoi occhi volessero insinuarsi dentro di lei.

And I read hundreds and thousands of books, day and night, always awake and always eager to seek health. But in no book I found what I was looking for. Then, shut up in my parents' house, I thought and suffered for hundreds and thousands of hours, always awake and always mindful of the tremendous anxiety of health. But I still have not found what I was looking for.

Quien no ha deseado por lo menos una vez en su vida ser un santo, es, todo lo más, una bestia

Sunt suspendat între cer ÅŸi p?mânt, prea greoi ca s? m? înalÅ£ spre stele ÅŸi prea eteric ca s? scormonesc în noroi.

There are those who have a desire to love, but do not have the capacity to love

E il nonno li aspettava come un'anima del purgatorio, cogli occhi alla porta, sebbene non ci vedesse quasi, e li andava toccando, per accertarsi che erano loro, e poi non dice più nulla, mentre gli si vedeva in faccia che aveva tante cose da dire, e spezzava il cuore con quella pena che gli si leggeva in faccia e non la poteva dire.