Quotes About Longing

It isn't everyday that we want to see a syrupy Van Gogh or hear a piquant fugue by Bach, or make love to a succulent woman, but every day we want to eat; hunger is the recurring desire, the only recurring desire, for sight, sound, sex and power all come to an end, but hunger goes on, and while one might weary of Ravel for ever, one could only ever weary of ravioli for, at most, a day.

Éramos tão vorazes, no começo, que qualquer coisa menos que o mundo equivaleria a um coito interrompido.

Quizá yo empezaba a intuir que así es como la vida nos mueve y nos enreda, y nos fatiga sin desmayo, porque si no alcanzamos lo que anhelamos, el corazón lo perseguirá cada vez con más saña, pero si lo logramos o creemos lograrlo, añoraremos el anhelo que poníamos en la persecución. ¡Entonces sí éramos jóvenes e incansables! Entonces, siempre entonces.

años?». Se conoce que ese reproche lo tenía escondido muy adentro desde hacía mucho tiempo y por fin le salió.

You're beautiful, but you're somewhere else. That's okay. I can handle that. But we won't continue as friends, not just now. I like you as a lover, not a friend.

Imperceptibly, more time passes when I'm not remembering our every moment together, not recreating our every conversation, re-imagining our love-making. It is immeasurably sad.

he wants her to be thinking about him.

Ursula is something I will never feel again: she is Melancholy, cut into the soul and flesh.

The Dog Hair The dog is gone. We miss him. When the doorbell rings, no one barks. When we come home late, there is no one waiting for us. We still find his white hairs here and there around the house and on our clothes. We pick them up. We should throw them away. But they are all we have left of him. We don't throw them away. We have a wild hope—if only we collect enough of them, we will be able to put the dog back together again.

I think that a certain hunger for him came first and was followed by a feeling of tenderness, gradually increasing, for a person who aroused such hunger and then satisfied it. Maybe that was what I felt for him that I thought was love.

In a simple way, that same night, like two hungry and thirsty people, we could decide we wanted to find a place to be alone together and remain together long enough to satisfy our appetite.

That fall, after the summer when they both died, she and my father, there was a point when I wanted to say to them, All right, you have died, I know that, and you've been dead for a while, we have all absorbed this and we've explored the feelings we had at first, in reaction to it, surprising feelings, some of them, and the feelings we're having now that a few months have gone by--- but now it's time for you to come back. You have been away long enough.

suffering can be a work of art. It can be made of buried and rising things, helpless and undiscovered, song of frustrated want, silence after desire. It can be the test of the self falling short, constrained, distorted, disturbed or rebuffed, the vacuum left by longing, call without an answer.

Cuando se quiere de esa manera, es muy difícil vivir con un recuerdo que no se entiende. Como lo estoy viviendo yo ahora.

Fico tomando sol porque não posso tomar o homem que amo", pensou mastigando mais energicamente. E Ana Clara? As coisas que tomava seriam para substituir o casaco de onça? O Jaguar? E se fosse simplesmente porque não conheceu o sol, a infância, Deus. "Tudo que tive e ainda tenho, tão triste ir buscar lá fora o que devia estar aqui dentro.

Sentei-me no chão roendo os sequilhos e chorando porque queria a minha mãe, não a que saiu de mantilha mas a que ficou no retrato.

Sabia que não ia voltar mas continuava pensando com tanta força. Como quando se tira um vestido velho do baú, um vestido que não é para usar, só para olhar. Só para ver como ele era. Depois a gente dobra de novo e guarda mas não se cogita em jogar fora ou dar. Acho que saudade é isso.

Tinha um relógio grande assim na torre e eu queria me agarrar nos ponteiros, segurar as horas, por que é que o tempo não parava um pouco? Queria ficar lá dependurado, segurando o tempo.

Voltei aos cremes e às saunas, tirei dos armários meus vestidos brancos, tenho que estar pronta porque hoje ou amanhã ou daqui a um mês. Ou um ano. Ele vai voltar.

That's right, you're not from Texas. But Texas wants you anyways.

Pure love was always difficult to witness. Why was that, she wondered? Because it was so rare? So beautiful? SO damned unattainable for most of the poor saps muddling through this life?

I wanted to be a dancer my whole life. And when I gave it up to act, I always had a really sad part of myself that missed it and missed performing and missed being physical in that way.

Thirst is a symptom of need, the body's way of telling me to take action. If I don't listen, I end up dehydrated and all sorts of bad things can happen, including loss of consciousness and death. Spiritual dryness is also a symptom: Something is wrong! Take action! I'm drying up! I need God. My soul's longing for God is as never-ending as my physical need for water. And spiritual dehydration leads to spiritual death.

You know what I wish? I wish I could put time in a bottle and throw it into the ocean. Then I would have forever to spend with you. I wouldn't need air to breathe or food to eat. Holding you in my arms would be all the food I would need. Having your love would be the only air I would need to breathe.