Quotes About Longing

How? Well, if a girl has had enough of every man who exists, her only remaining desire could be for a man who doesn't exist at all . . .

Visto che non gli era permesso di cercare Angiolina, il meglio che gli restava da fare era d'attaccarsi a chi nel suo pensiero era perennemente legato a lei.

I wanted again May roses in December. I

Ci voleva poco acume per indovinare che quella lunga disquisizione sulla vecchiaia non significava altro che il mio timore che trovandomi in corsa traverso il tempo, non potessi più essere raggiunto dall'amore. Pareva gridassi all'amore: «Vieni, vieni!» Invece non sono sicuro di aver voluto quell'amore e, se v'è un dubbio, risulta solo dal fatto che so di aver scritto circa così.

Chissà se l'amo? È un dubbio che m'accompagnò per tutta la vita e oggidì posso pensare che l'amore accompagnato da tanto dubbio sia il vero amore.

In a time like that, the past meets you wherever you turn. The days do not use their own hours and minutes, they find ones you have lived through with the person you are missing.

People come and go in our lives; that's as old a story as there is. But some of them the heart cries out to keep forever; and that is a fresh saga everytime.

PEOPLE COME AND GO in our lives; that's as old a story as there is. But some of them the heart cries out to keep forever, and that is a fresh saga every time.

It's strange, the things you miss. Me, I miss the way she used to wear her socks to bed and then pull them off with her toes. I would find them hidden in the sheets when I made the bed in the morning, crumpled into little black balls, covered in dog hair. It used to drive me nuts, but not anymore, in retrospect. Now it seems kind of adorable.

O, Bože, zašto si mi dao srce koje me bez prestanka vu?e za daljinom i ljepotom nevi?enih krajeva? Zašto si u?inio da sre?a moja uvijek boravi ondje gdje mene nema?

Nesre?a nesre?nih ljudi i jeste u tome što za njih stvari koje su ina?e zabranjene postanu, za trenutak dostižne i lake, ili bar tako izgledaju, a kada se jednom trajno usele u njihove želje, one se pokažu opet kao ono što jesu: nedostupne i zabranjene, sa svim posledicama koje to ima po one koji za njima ipak posegnu.

We were in a relationship for eight years, and we maybe saw each other, total, for a year.

Even if I now saw you only once, I would long for you through worlds, worlds.

Things I Want Decided Which shouldn't exist in this world, the one who forgets or the one who is forgotten? Which is better, to love one who has died or not to see each other when you're alive? Which is better, the distant lover you long for or the one you see daily without desire? Which is the least unreliable among fickle things — the swift rapids, a flowing river, or this human world?

Oi elämäni, toivoton sammumaton. Miten kadehdin tuulen tuivertamia soihtuja yössä.

If the one I waited for came now, what should I do? This morning's garden filled with snow is far too lovely for footsteps to mar.

Een verlangen was het om alles waar zij naar keek in je op te zuigen, om niets te vergeten, geen moment van deze wereld die haar wereld was geworden: koel, helder, ondoorgrondelijk.

As there is something in our design like Furies to drive us down, so there is something in our design like Angels to help us up. If it were not so, we could not even be told about it. Yet we can. The indestructibility of our longing for lightness, for purity, for music is like a small star of hope in a darkened sky, an inkling of the Star that rules the day.

Love entered in my heart one day A sad, unwelcome guest. But when it begged that it might stay I let it stay and rest It broke my nights with sorrowing It filled my heart with fears And, when my soul was prone to sing, It filled my eyes with tears. But...now that it has gone its way, I miss the dear ole pain. And, sometimes, in the night I pray That Love might come again.

What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it.

Amar es dar lo que no se tiene

Stevenson, though, Was soon enough reduced to the timeless lamentations of the I-Matang on an atoll: "I think I could shed tears over a dish of turnips," he wrote in a letter. And elsewhere: "I had learned to welcome shark's fresh for a variety; and a mountain, an onion, an Irish potato or beefsteak, had long had been long lost to sense and dear to aspiration.

All love is unrequited. All of it.

What strained and anxious lives dogs must lead, so emotionally involved in the world of men, whose affections they strive endlessly to secure, whose authority they are expected unquestioningly to obey, and whose minds they can never do more than imperfectly reach and comprehend.