Quotes About Longing

and I thought of how many nights I had lain awake in this room loving him in silence.

I will wait for you among the shades

When he was gone, would I be like Achilles sailing over his lost lover Patroclus? I tried to picture myself running up and down the beaches, tearing at my hair, cradling some scrap of old tunic he had left behind. Crying out for the loss of half my soul.

They were sick with longing for their hands, those appendages men use to mitigate the world.

He knew ten years of stories. I felt keen and hungry as a bear in spring.

Later Achilles would play the lyre, as Chiron and I listened. My mother's lyre. He had brought it with him. 'I wish I had known,' I said the first day, when he had showed it to me. 'I almost did not come, because I did not want to leave it.' He smiled. 'Now I know how to make you follow me everywhere.

I would untie him if I could. If he would let me.

I lay on the dirt, weeping. Those flowers had made him his true being, which was blue, and finned, and not mine. I thought I would die of such pain, which was not like the sinking numbness Aeëtes had left behind, but sharp and fierce as a blade through my chest. But of course I could not die.

was like any dull ass who has ever loved someone who loved another. I thought: if only she were gone, it would change everything.

That is what exile meant: no one was coming, no one ever would. There was fear in that knowledge,

Qué era lo que más quería? - Su amante, Patroclo. No me apreciaba mucho, pero también es cierto que los buenos guerreros nunca me aprecian. Aquiles enloqueció tras su muerte; o estuvo a punto de enloquecer.

I was looking for something, I realized, though I could not say what.

And then I remembered, he will never be old.

The fame she had described was what all mortals yearn for. It is their only hope of immortality

Onu sevseydim çoktan çekip gitmi? olurdu, oysa kaç?nmam tekrar tekrar geri dönmesine neden oluyordu.

So you see, in my way, I was eager for what came.

That word between us, Ithaca, like the breaking of a spell.

Go, he waits for you.

There was an ache in my stomach, like hunger or despair.

Heracles would kill his wife again for a chance to come along.

I hoped that you would come," he said. My stomach rolled, awash with nerves and relief at once. I drank him in, the bright hair, the soft curve of his lips upwards. My joy was so sharp I did not dare to breathe.

Bring him back to me,

Go" , she says. " He waits for you".

Transcurrieron las horas. A la luz de la luna, apenas podía distinguir el semblante perfecto de Aquiles al otro lado de la habitación. Tenía los labios entreabiertos y un brazo puesto con descuido encima de la cabeza. Dormido bajo aquella luminosidad tan tenue parecía diferente: hermoso pero frío. Me descubrí deseando que despertara para de ese modo poder contemplar cómo revivía.