Quotes About Longing

Du trauerst nicht um deinen Vater? - Doch. Ich betrauere, dass ich nie den Vater kennengelernt habe, von dem mir alle erzählen.

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. I could not see it. That knowledge brought its own sort of pain. But perhaps that is how it was meant to be.

Él se removía y el aire del interior de la tienda con él, impregnando el ambiente con su suave aroma a musgo. «Es esto lo que voy a echar de menos. Me mataré antes que perderlo», pensé, y luego me pregunté: «¿Cuánto tiempo tenemos?».

I could imagine my half-sisters with their long golden hair and painted eyes, bent on pretty knees.

The never-ending ache of love and sorrow. Perhaps in some other life I could have refused, could have torn my hair and screamed, and made him face his choice alone. But not in this one. He would sail to Troy and I could follow, even into death. Yes , I whispered. Yes.

He talked so often of longing for us and home. But it was lies. When he was back on Ithaca he was never content, always looking to the horizon. Once we were his again, he wanted something else. What is that if not a bad life? Luring others to you, then turning from them?

Las rígidas tiras de cuero se hundieron en la suave piel cuyos contornos yo había seguido con el dedo aquella misma noche. Las manos me temblaron, ávidas de deshacer las tensas correas y liberarle, pero no lo hice.

Envious death would drink his blood and grow young again

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 for the loss of half my soul.

Il n'y avait rien au monde que j'avais plus envie d'entendre que ce qu'il n'avait pas dit.

His voice then was like a balm upon my raw skin. I yearned for his hands, for all of him, mortal though he was, distant and dying though he would always be.

I felt like my eyes were throwing off sparks. I wanted him burnt.

And she wished him to be a god. She had spoken it so simply, as if it were obvious. A god. I could not imagine him so. Gods were cold and distant, far off as the moon, nothing like his bright eyes, the warm mischief of his smiles.

The door closed, and the room swelled around me like a bruise. When she was here, I could pretend it felt small because of her, but when she left the four wood walls seemed to press towards me, like lungs that had breathed in. The window did not help, for it was too high to see from the bed and too small to take in much air.

I wished I were a real goddess so I could give him whales upon a golden plate, and he would never let me go.

I looked down at his thick, black hair, shining in the sunset light, his strong shoulders bowing low. This is what all those gods in our halls longed for, such worship. I thought perhaps he had not done it right, or more likely, I had not. All I wanted was to see his face again.

Quei secondi, quei mezzi secondi, in cui i nostri sguardi si toccavano erano gli unici momenti della giornata in cui sentissi qualcosa".

Nel mio petto vibrava qualcosa a cui non riuscivo esattamente a dare un nome".

Nel mio petto vibrava qualcosa a cui non riuscivo esattamente a dare un nome. Desiderio di fuga, pericolo, speranza, tutto allo stesso tempo".

i would know him in death, at the end of the world

Y a pesar de lo herido que me sentía, bajo ningún concepto deseaba verle marchar ni contemplarle nervioso y temeroso, como el resto de nosotros.

He said, "Then we will go back. We will go back until you are satisfied." It was so simple. If you want it, I will do it. If it will make you happy, I will go with you. Is there a moment that a heart cracks?

Begitukah semua orang, yang begitu lama meninggalkan negerinya, sehingga mereka tak betah lagi dimana pun, baik Belanda maupun di Hindia? Atau, kita akan terbiasa lagi, bila saja mempunyai keluarga, sebuah home?

Deep in my heart I'm concealing things that I'm longing to say. Scared to confess what I'm feeling - frightened you'll slip away.