Quotes About Yearning

I stället ställde hon den fråga som flöt under alla de andra frågorna som en djup underjordisk flod. »Var jag önskad?«

Years of yearning had made her sensitive, the way a starving dog twitches its nostrils at the faintest scent of food. She could not mistake it. She recognized it at once: love, one-way deep adoration that bounced off and did not bounce back; careful, quiet love that didn't care and went on anyway.

He wanted to twine himself in the tiny curlicues of her handwriting.

Era impossível equivocar-se. Reconheceu-o de imediato: amor, uma adoração não correspondida que saltava mas não ressaltava; amor cauteloso e plácido que não se importava e prosseguia de qualquer forma. Era demasiado familiar para a surpreender. De dentro dela, algo se esticou e envolveu Jack como um xaile, mas ele não reparou.

Ölmek istiyorum, dekorsuz, poz almadan. Batan bir güne? gibi ihti?amla de?il, kaderin bileklerime takt??? prangalardan kurtulmak için ölmek. Mütevazi bir odadan süslü bir salona geçer gibi, realiteden tarihe geçmek umurumda de?il. Ah inanabilseydim. Ist?rap gayyas?nda aylarca kald?m, orada yaln?z sükut vard?. Neredesin, yanan aln?m? mü?fik avuçlar?nda dinlendirecek Meçhul Dost?

Kuruyan bir deniz gibiyim bazan. Y?ld?zlar? sönmü? bir gök gibiyim. ?ncilerimi sokakta da??tt?m. Kendimi öylesine verdim ki sana, kelimeler beni terkettiler.

Un paese ci vuole, non fosse che per il gusto di andarsene via.

What we desire is not to possess a woman, but to be the only one to possess her.

Ma ne avevo abbastanza e capivo che ormai tutta quanta Torino e il mestiere e le strade e le pietre di casa non bastavano piu a darmi pace.

no ya prisionero entre muros y barrotes, sino aislado en un vacío frío, que el mundo ignoraba. Ahí estaba el verdadero castigo: que el mundo excluyera al recluso. No anhelaba tanto salir como que el mundo entrase en mi vacío y lo coloreara, lo calentara con ademanes o palabras.

Te quiero mucho, querida, y te odio, eres para mí literalmente el aire que respiro, si me faltas te maldigo como hace un anegado; me duele físicamente estar lejos de ti; no eres para mí una mujer, eres la misma existencia; donde tú estás está mi casa, todo el resto no es nada.

Tov?r??ia m?rii îmi ajunge.Nu vreau pe nimeni.În via?? nu am nimic al meu.L?saÅ£i-mi cel puÅ£in marea.

Rumahku dari unggun-timbun sajak Kaca jernih dari luar segala nampak Kulari dari gedong lebar halaman Aku tersesat tak dapat jalan Kemah kudirikan ketika senjakala Di pagi terbang entah ke mana Rumahku dari unggun-timbun sajak Di sini aku berbini dan beranak Rasanya lama lagi, tapi datangnya datang Aku tidak lagi meraih petang Biar berleleran kata manis madu Jika menagih yang satu.

Yang terampas dan yang putus... Kelam dan angin lalu mempesiang diriku, Menggigir juga ruang di mana dia yang kuingin, Malam tambah merasuk, rimbajadi semati tugu. ....

For sometimes you can't help but crave some ruin in what you love.

I would give most anything to hear my father's talk again, the crash and bang and stop of his language, always hurtling by. I will listen for him forever in the streets of this city.

Intimacy" Even in the dark I think of you— That these shadows have made me long for your touch. Might that I wrap myself in the soft, white blanket of your skin, your words tumbling tenderly into my ear. And yet as I pause to consider the gentleness within your voice I realize it is only the sound of my heart—trembling To be next to you.

Apricot in Red Wine" for Alicia She lay wrapped in a soft-white blanket, imagining how warm it would be–her back against his chest, their bodies curved around each other. She has this addicting idea that his thumbs will fit perfectly into the groove of her hips–his breath on her neck. Leading him by the hand to her bedroom, she silently lets him undress her, promising to be quiet, to be quiet enough that no one will hear Her naked soul

The act of love strongly resembles torture or surgery.

The more delicate and ambitious the soul, the further do dreams estrange it from possible things.

Everything, alas, is an abyss, -- actions, desires, dreams, words!

In this horror of solitude, this need to lose his ego in exterior flesh, which man calls grandly the need for love.

Mother of memories, mistress of mistresses.

This life is a hospital, where each patient is possessed by a desire to change beds.