Quotes About Yearning

Here I love you. Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain. I love you still among these cold things. Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels that cross the sea towards no arrival. I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.

White bee, even when you are gone you buzz in my soul You live again in time, slender and silent.

I will die kissing your mad cold mouth, embracing the lost bouquet of your body, and searching for the light of your closed eyes

Before loving you, love, nothing was mine: I hesitated through the streets and things: nothing mattered or had a name: the world was of the air that I awaited.

Soy el desesperado, la palabra sin ecos, el que lo perdiò todo, y el que todo lo tuvo.

Ti manderò un bacio con il vento e so che lo sentirai, ti volterai senza vedermi ma io sarò lì

yo te amo para comenzar a amarte, para recomenzar el infinito y para no dejar de amarte nunca: por eso no te amo todavía.

I remember you with my soul clenched in that sadness of mine that you know.

everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

I loved you without knowing it, and I looked for your memory. In empty houses I entered with a lantern to steal your portrait

Who ever desired each other as we do? Let us look for the ancient ashes of hearts that burned, and let our kisses touch there, one by one, till the flower, disembodied, rises again. Let us love that Desire that consumed its own fruit and went down, aspect and power, into the earth: We are its continuing light, its indestructible, fragile seed.

You undermine the horizon with your absence. Eternally in flight like the wave.

I cannot quit your love without dying.

Is there anything in the world sadder than a train standing in the rain?

Dark is the world's night without you my love

My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose. I love what I do not have. You are so far. My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.

I crave a love so deep, the ocean would be jealous

I love you in order to begin loving you, to start infinity again and never to stop loving you: that is why I do not love you yet.

Antes de amarte, amor, nada era mío: vacilé por las calles y las cosas: nada contaba ni tenía nombre: el mundo era del aire que esperaba.

You keep only darkness, my distant female, from your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges.

kapag ako ay umalis kapag ako ay bumalik ipagkait mo na sa akin ang tinapay, ang hangin, ang liwanag at ang tagsibol huwag lamang ang iyong ngiti dahil ito'y aking ikasasawi

Neither the heart cut by a sliver of glass in a wasteland of thorns, nor the atrocious waters seen in the corners of certain houses, waters like eyelids and eyes, could hold your waist in my hands when my heart lifts its oak trees toward your unbreakable thread of snow.   Night sugar, spirit of crowns, redeemed human blood, your kisses banish me, and a surge of water with remnants of the sea strikes the silences that wait for you surrounding the worn-out chairs, wearing doors away.

because in that moment you'll have gone so far I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking, Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body, the sovereign nose of your arrogant face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes, and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you, for your hot heart, like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.