Quotes About Longing

Seara, înainte s? adorm, închid ochii È™i num?r b?rbaÈ›ii pe care mi-ar pl?cea s?-i s?rut. Îi num?r folosind degetele. E distractiv. Când sunt mai puÈ›in de cele zece degete m? simt trist?.

No me importa que sólo dure cinco o diez días, pero necesito a alguien que pueda hacerme olvidar completamente de mí misma.

The labor into which a heart has poured its whole love—where will it have its say, to excite and inspire, and when?

It was, with no attempt at covering itself, the naked heart of a woman calling out to her man.

As old age approached, Eguchi would, on nights when he had difficulty sleeping, sometimes remember the woman's words, and count up numbers of women on his fingers; but he did not stop at anything so simple as picturing those he would not mind kissing. He would travel back over memories of women with whom he had had affairs. An old love had come back tonight because the sleeping beauty had given him the illusion that he smelled milk.

Con todo, no podía reprimir los vívidos recuerdos de aquella pasión, su cuerpo se ponía tenso y comenzaba a temblar. Por fin la tensión se aflojaba y una deliciosa sensación de plenitud recorría sus miembros. Su amor del pasado había vuelto a la vida.

A no ser por la mirada melancólica de sus ojos, cuando pensaba en Oki, nadie habría advertido su tristeza. Y hasta esa ocasional sombra sólo contribuía a acentuar su belleza.

Now that he was near her, this sighing of the human skin took on a dreamlike quality like the spell of the mountains.

And what will you do now? You'll collect loves Like stamps. You've got doubles and no one Will trade you and you have the damaged ones.

After you left me I had a bloodhound sniff at my chest and my belly. Let it fill its nostrils and set out to find you. I hope it will find you and rip your lover's balls to shreds and bite off his cock— or at least bring me one of your stockings between its teeth.

The echo of a great love is like the echo of a huge dog's barking in an empty Jerusalem house marked for demolition.

Ninguna de las cosas que más queremos en la vida es de naturaleza física.

Clara was a teenage girl like any other; the object of her passion was only an accessory to the passion itself, a passion that through its long suppression was now asserting itself with volcanic necessity.

It was a kiss from the past.

Nostalgia is a luxury.

Desire is never final, desire is imprecise and impractical [...]

It hurts to look at what you can't have

He wanted to meet her for the first time, over and over...He told himself the story that this was the great tragedy of his heart. The great tragedy of his heart was that it always needed to be told a story.

Girls either wanted him or wanted to improve him, but most often a combination of the two. They wanted to improve him until he justified the amount they wanted him.

He smiles shyly at Leah. Aged ten he had a smile! Nathan Bogle: the very definition of desire for girls who had previously only felt that way about certain fragrant erasers. A smile to destroy the resolve of even the strictest teachers, other people's parents. Now she sees ten-year-olds and cannot believe they have inside them what she had inside her at the same age.

He talked and talked, the kind of talking you do to stave off the inevitable physical desire, the kind of talking that only increases it.

A minute later, the young Turk and Howard parted on frosty terms, not much warmed by Howard's twenty-pence tip, the only extra change he had in his pocket. It is on journeys like this – where one is so horribly misunderstood – that you find yourself longing for home, that place where you are entirely understood, for better or for worse.

She was the kind of person who never gave you enough time to miss her.

How long that song seemed—longer than life.