Quotes About Yearning

Pardon me, deserts, that I don't rush to you bearing a spoonful of water.

Sonuna kadar insan olmayanlar?n sonuna kadar dünya olmayan dünyas?n? bir ân bile unutam?yordum -ve panikle korka korka, acayip iÄŸrene iÄŸrene, onun batakl?k yeÅŸilini sadece gözümde canland?rd???mda bile ürpere ürpere yine de ondan kopmay? beceremiyordum; mini mini bir kuÅŸun y?lan?n görüntüsüyle büyülenmesi gibi büyülenmiÅŸtim.

MedytowaÅ'em tedy (wci?? na oceanie, miotany statkiem, który miotaÅ' siÄ™ na fali) ?e miÅ'o?? jest wysiÅ'kiem woli, ogniem, który rozpalamy w sobie, bo tak chcemy, bo chce siÄ™ by? zakochanym, bo nie mo?na znie?? i?by siÄ™ nie byÅ'o zakochanym.

Tuose puslapiuose tvinksi toks gyvas laikme?io pul­sas, kad mÅ«s? Å¡irdyse kyla tikrumo alkis, gyvenimo ir tegu netobulo jo realizavimo geismas. Ta?iau gyvenimas lieka ta­rytum už stiklo – nutolÄ™s – viskas lyg jau ne mÅ«s?, lyg žvelg­tum pro traukinio langÄ….

Ju? si? ?ciemnia?o, ju? prawie by?o ciemno. I wilgotno. Gdzie Fryderyk?

Mnie wiÄ™c nie wolno byÅ'o siÄ™ przyglÄ…da? i staraÅ'em siÄ™ nie widzie?, ale, majÄ…c przed sobÄ… Fryderyka, który siedziaÅ' obok niej na Å'aweczce, znów natrÄ™tnie zapytywaÅ'em siebie: czy widziaÅ'? Czy wiedziaÅ'? I czyhaÅ'em na jedno chocia?by spojrzenie jego, z tych niby obojÄ™tnych a przeÅ›lizgujÄ…cych siÄ™ chyÅ'kiem, Å'akomych.

Still must I tamely Talk sense with these others? How long Before I shall be with you again, Magnificently saying nothing!

in deinen süßen heißen mädchenheimlichen Mondrausch.

Einer von denen, die nach Hause kommen und die dann doch nicht nach Hause kommen, weil für sie kein Zuhause mehr da ist.

Your still searching for me in every woman. You'll always seek to duplicate what we had. You know it.

Abysmal vermin that I am, I couldn't of course tell her that it was her incredible mother that I wanted to see again… I knew only as I drove through the cold, night autumn air that somewhere Freud, Sophocles and Eugene O'Neill were laughing.

One of the saddest things of my life was that I was deprived of the years of raising Dylan and could only dream about showing her Manhattan and the joys of Paris and Rome.

El cuento del lunático En la superficie, dispensado con todos los favores de la buena vida. En el fondo, desesperadamente ansioso de realizarme en el amor.

The only love that lasts is unrequited love.

Over the years loved ones have said I'm a chronically dissatisfied person, and it's true I'd always rather be where I'm not at the time.

I'd give my life just to lay my head tonight on a bed of California stars

Amar es soñar con mares en mitad de un largo insomnio.

Lo demás es el cielo. Y eso lo sabes porque tu memoria borró piadosamente palabras, gestos, hechuras y deshechuras, para dejarte de esas tres, cuatro horas, el recuerdo hechizado de sus ojos almirantes y la cicatriz de un beso cuya innata radiactividad habrá de atormentarte en silencio cuantas veces vuelvas al Perro y no esté allí Carolina.

Of hunger and thirst, thirst is the greater imperative.

The moon distresses you by silently reminding you of your solitude; you open your eyes wide to escape your loneliness.

I just want to love God.

There is in human nature a hunger and a thirst for the transcendent and the divine which cannot be satisfied with anything less than God.

And when I was young, my family was perfectly nice. I write a lot about it, as you noticed. But it was rather limited. I think, I don't think anyone in my family would really feel I'd done them an injustice by saying that. We didn't see many people. There were many books. It was as if I wanted to get away from home.

How dismal it is to see present day Americans yearning for the very orthodoxy that their country was founded to escape.