Quotes About Longing

did not have a thousand wiles, and I was no fixed star, yet for the first time I felt something in that space. A hope, a living breath, that might yet grow between.

I reached across that breathing air between us and found him.

I waited. I still hoped Glaucos would think of me. I would have married him in a moment. But I found myself hoping for another thing too, which I would not have believed the day before: that he would weep all the salt in his veins for Scylla's return, holding fast to her as his one, true love.

L'ultima cosa che penso è: Achille.

Plus tard , Achille dort à côté de moi. L'orage annoncé par Ulysse est arrivé, et le tissu rugueux de la tente tremble sous sa force. j'entends les vagues cinglantes gifler la grève , comme un reproche. Achille remue, et l'air remue avec lui, répandant la douce odeur musquée de son corps. Je pense que c'est ce qui va me manquer. Je pense que je me tuerai plutôt que de vivre ce manque et je me demande combien de temps il nous reste.

Almost, I can imagine that this is my life, held in the sweet circle of her arms. I would marry her, and we would have a child. Perhaps if I had never known Achilles.

Girls and boys would sigh over him, but all I saw were the thousand soft places of his body where his life might be ended.

I grieved for him, my hands empty and idle, plucking the air like birds peck at dry earth.

Mi tiene così stretto che riesco a sentire il debole battito del suo petto, come le ali di una falena. Un'eco, l' ultimo brandello di spirito ancora imbrigliato al mio corpo. Un tormento.

We reached for each other, and I thought of how many nights I had lain awake in this room loving him in silence.

But I barely noticed these things. I thought only of the small island flung out somewhere in front of me, and the fair-haired boy I hoped I would find there.

Its burst of grainy sweetness filled my mouth; the skin was downy on my tongue. I had loved figs, once.

Adesso ogni minuto era una goccia di sangue e amore che andava persa.

But the ache for him is stronger than my anger. I want to speak of something not dead or divine. I want him to live.

Pronuncié su nombre, creo, y eso me traspasó: me quedé hueco como un bambú cortado para soplar por él. Nuestra respiración era el único indicio del transcurso del tiempo.

Per un attimo Odisseo quasi mi piacque. Ma ormai avevo visto i suoi sorrisi una volta di troppo.

when he was gone would i be like achilles, wailing 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

No había en el mundo palabras que yo quisiera oír más que las que él se callaba

Nos abrazamos mientras pensaba en cuántas noches había permanecido tendido despierto en aquella estancia, amándole en silencio.

They hurried back to their ship, strained at their oars, eager to vanish over the horizon. I watched until the moment they winked out, like a snuffed flame.

I had fed off that look once, when I had been starving and thought such crumbs a feast.

I think; This is what I will miss. I think: I will kill myself rather than miss it. I think: How long do we have?

En los cuentos, los dioses tienen el poder de demorar el curso de la luna a su voluntad para que una noche tenga la duración de varias. Así fue aquella noche, había una lluvia de horas que jamás parecía acabar, y nosotros las bebimos con ansia, sedientos después de todas las semanas que habíamos estado separados.

The grain of his lips seemed to rest a hair's breadth from mine.