Quotes About Longing

Siempre he pensado que en el amor no hay parejas, ni triángulos amorosos, sino una fila india donde uno quiere al que tiene delante, y éste a su vez al que tiene delante de sí y así sucesivamente, y el que está detrás me quiere a mí y a ése lo quiere el que le sigue en la fila y así sucesivamente, pero siempre queriendo a quien nos da la espalda. Y al último de la fila no lo quiere nadie.

There are those who seek the love of a woman to forget her, to not think about her.

What man of us has never felt, walking through the twilight or writing down a date from his past, that he has lost something infinite?

Cuando uno extraña un lugar, lo que realmente extraña es la época que corresponde a ese lugar; no se extrañan los sitios, sino los tiempos.

Bazen ölsem diyorum. sahilde güneÅŸlenmeye uzan?r gibi, uzan?p s?cak kumlara, kum olsam. Unutsa sevdiklerim, hiç yaÅŸamam???m gibi. Ben de unutsam, kaybolsam.

We spend our lives waiting for our book and it never comes.

Equivocamos esa paz con la muerte y creemos anhelar nuestro fin y anhelamos el sueno y la indiferencia. (We mistake peace for death and we believe we long for our end when what we long for is sleep and indifference.)

I must get at you, somehow; I put away those illustrious toys you have left me, I want your hidden look, your real smile -- that lonely, mocking smile your cool mirror knows

I offer you the memory of a yellow rose seen at sunset, years before you were born.

Ta?no u tom trenutku ?ovek pomisli: Šta ne bih dao za sre?u da budem pored tebe na Islandu u velikom nepomi?nom danu i da delim sadašnjost kao što se deli muzika ili ukus ploda. Ta?no u tom trenutku ?ovek je bio sa njom na Islandu.

Being with you, and not being with you, is the only way I have to measure time.

Nada me dolía tanto como pensar que paralelamente a mi vida Beatriz iría viviendo la suya, minuto por minuto y noche por noche.

El poema gana si adivinamos que es la manifestación de un anhelo, no la historia de un hecho.

Vivió en la soledad, sin una mujer, sin amigos; todo lo amó y lo poseyó, pero desde lejos, como del otro lado de un cristal; murió, y su tenue imagen se perdió, como el agua en el agua

No nos une el amor sino el espanto; Será por eso que la quiero tanto.

each time I cross one of the streets in South Buenos Aires, I think of you, Helen;

Hay quien busca el amor de una mujer para olvidarse de ella, para no pensar más en ella.

For love unsatisfied the world is a mystery, a mystery which satisfied love appears to understand.

Even the unhappy lover is happier than the nonlover, with whom the lover would never change places. In the fact of loving he has already partaken of something beloved.

Man is not happy by virtue of his being. Rather, his whole existence is determined precisely by the non possession of ultimate gratification.

I thought of my mother late that night, after leaving Dorothy, as I followed the moon's path back home across the Moose River. My mother, maybe she was in that moon's light. I didn't know any more, but when I was younger, Iuse to imagine that she was. I'd talk to the moon some nights, and I knew my mother listened. I haven't done that in a long time, me. -Through Black Spruce, Joseph Boyden, ch 13, pg 119

The rainy Pleiads wester, Orion plunges prone, The stroke of midnight ceases, And I lie down alone. The rainy Pleiads wester And seek beyond the sea The head that I shall dream of, And 'twill not dream of me.

By dint of waiting, he hoped his heart would wear out and stop beating. What other way was there to stop loving someone?

With rue my heart is ladenFor golden friends I had,For many a rose-lipped maidenAnd many a lightfoot lad.