Quotes About Longing

The side of me that feared fire and longed for ice, that cringed at noise and hungered for silence, that shied from touch and desired to numb itself into nothing.

I was gone too long. He let me go. All that remains is this overwhelming, nearly tactile cloud of resentment. Too much was required of him, and he has nothing left.

I do not remember very many things from the inside out. I do not remember what it felt like to touch things, or how bathwater traveled over my skin. I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break. Even now, when people lean down to touch me, or hug me, or put a hand on my shoulder, I hold my breath. I turn my face. I want to cry.

James it's about your sister I wonder if you missed her I'm on my way to see you but I don't know what to bring Almost gave up the ghost, now you have what she wants most a little piece of heaven and a lovely song to sing.

Call it professional interest. You see, Jessamine, love is a kind of poison; one of my favorite kinds, in fact. It infects the blood; it takes over the mind; it seizes dominion over the body. It amuses me to think of him pining for you. Aching for what he cannot have. The loneliness in his soul is festering like a wound. There is nothing I could do for him that is worse that what you have already done, my lovely. And I assure you, in his case there will be no cure.

This memory was both happy and sad: happy because it was so pleasant, and sad because it made Penelope think about how much she missed Swanburne--the girls, the teachers, Miss Mortimer. Or perhaps it was her own much younger self, that pint-sized person whom she could never be again, whom she missed. It was hard to say.

How much longer, Lumawoo?

All I want is some man to take delight in me. 5:30? 6:30 A.M. as usual, no cigs. Better a maudlin drunk than a sterile one. My pimples are more like small boils; I have the plague. My lip is split. My tits are swollen and I can't ever sleep. I now breathe with my heart, which skips rope. Back to sex?

Ob alle Liebenden so einsam sind?

So starb ich tausendmal. Doch da du kamst, Mocht ich das Glück, dir nah zu sein, nicht stören. Wie aber solltest du mein Schweigen hören, Da du doch nicht einmal mein Wort vernahmst ...

If I have to stay my whole life here, without ever experiencing there, I'll evaporate.

Nostalgia paints a smile on the stony face of the past.

De qué tengo miedo? De ti, en fin, de mi sin ti.

De quoi ai-je peur? De toi, enfin de moi sans toi.

I just want to escape my own body and project sunlight on to the walls for her to see, so she warms up and yearns for my arms.

I wanted to create a voyage to the moon just for her, but what I should have given her was a real journey on earth.

Los días pasan, la noche permanece. Te echo de menos.

Pensar en ti es como lanzar al fuego copos de nieve. Algo así como una forma de felicidad que me da miedo más o menos para siempre.

Penser à toi, c'est comme jeter des flocons dans un feu. Il est une certaine forme de bonheur qui me fait peur à peu près pour toujours.

A falta de hablar con ella, hablaba de ella.

Endorfina se cala un Camel light entre los rubíes que le sirven de labios y exhala un cúmulo para Playmóbiles. Me gustaría ser un Camel light: rodar entre sus dedos, atravesar su paladar de princesa, trasformarme en humo ligero y descender haciendo rápel por su esófago, lamer sus senos desde dentro antes de acabar convertido en una flor de alquitrán plantada en sus pulmones.

Les jours passent, la nuit reste. Maintenant, tu me manques. Des fois c'est tes bras, des fois c'est tes pas dont je crois reconnaître le bruit. La plupart du temps, c'est toi en entier, avec ta voix et tes petites façons d'être ma mère.

Les échos de la bombe d'amour allaient et venaient. Mon cœur en aurait longtemps encore des acouphènes. Cette sensation d'extraordinaire gâchis continuait de me hanter. Neutraliser la bombe d'amour était un exercice terriblement mélancolique. Le tout était de ne pas la faire exploser une nouvelle fois

Je suis en danger de mort? Peut-être, mais je suis en danger de vie si je ne la revois pas, et, à mon âge, je trouve ça encore plus grave.