Quotes About Longing

There was nothing between the man and me - - nothing, not even liking. But because of the memory of some wholeness, or the hope of some regeneration, I would have dropped whatever I'd planned, just to go back to scratching around on his bed.

L'attesa lunga, il mio sogno di te non finito.

You can leave Hong Kong, but it will never leave you.

Each of us, when our day's work is done, must seek our ideal, whether it be love or pinochle or lobster à la Newburg, or the sweet silence of the musty bookshelves.

The only reason of living only you. Within my desert you are my oasis, the sweetest chocolate

Ne istiyorlard? senden Selim? Belki sen çok ?ey istiyordun onlardan. Verdi?inin hiç olmazsa küçük bir parças? kadar bir?eyler istiyordun. Sonunda kaç?yorlard?. Hay?r, sen kaç?yordun. Hay?r kaçm?yordun: insana ihtiyac?n vard?. ?nsan? ar?yordun can?m karde?im. Bunda utanacak ne vard??

Herkesin istedi?i gibi ya?ad??? uzak ülkenin özlemini duyuyorum.

Beni ölünce onun yanaklar?ndaki gamzelere gömsünler. ?? ??? ??? ??? ?? ??? ???????? ?? ??? ???? .

?imdi onu nas?l inand?rabilirim bütün bu süreyi onunla birlikte ya?ad???ma? Onu unutmu? gibi ya?arken onu dü?ündü?üme? Anlamaz, görünü?e kap?l?r, anlamaz. Ba?kas?na rastlad???m için, bu yeni ili?kinin her ?eyi unutturdu?unu dü?ünür. Oysa her ?eyi hat?rl?yorum;

Seni görmek istiyordum k?sacas?. ?nsan görmekle bile baz? ?eylerin a??rl???na dayanabilir, avunabilir, hayal kurmaya devam edebilir.

You have food?" Winter scolded. "I thought you said you were hungry." I'm hungry for other things besides what I have," [Clover] argued.

Everything she heard, everything she saw seemed to be in disagreement with her own manner of understanding and feeling. To her, the sun did not appear red enough, the nights pale enough, the skies deep enough. Her fleeting conception of things and beings condemned her fatally to a perversion of her senses, to vagaries of the spirit and left her nothing but the torment of an unachieved longing, the torture of unfulfilled desires.

I desire her and I hate her. I would like to take her in my arms and embrace her till she smothered, till she was crushed and I could drink death from her gushing veins.

I desired none but her; I wanted none but her. Nothing any longer existed outside or beyond her. Instead of extinguishing the fire of my love, every day possession fanned its flame. I descended further into the burning gulf of her desire each time, and every day I realised more strongly that my entire life would be exhausted seeking to reach its bottom!

That which could hunger, could starve.

I can't unfind you," he said.

You are a good man," she had observed contentedly. "And it has been too long since I had this." He was surprised

It was literally the best food she had tasted in two hundred and fifty years.

She was strange now, erratic, sometimes needing my friendship, trusting me with her dangerous longings for freedom, her wild plans to run away again; and sometimes hating me, blaming me for her trouble. One

Could she give Doro what he wanted—what she herself had wanted for so long—children who would not die?

JDAHYA WOULD NOT LEAVE her. As much as she had hated her solitary confinement, she longed to be rid of him. He fell silent for a while and she wondered whether he might be sleeping—to the degree that he did sleep. She lay down herself, wondering whether she could relax enough to sleep with him there. It would be like going to sleep knowing there was a rattlesnake in the room, knowing she could wake up and find it in her bed.

He rubbed his head again. 'Five years is longer than it sounds. So much longer.

Solitude is the profoundest fact of the human condition. Man is the only being who knows he is alone, and the only one who seeks out another. His nature - if that word can be used in reference to man, who has 'invented' himself by saying 'no' to nature - consists in his longing to realize himself in another. Man is nostalgia and a search for communion. Therefore, when he is aware of himself he is aware of his lack of another, that is, of his solitude.

I thought: please don't grow familiar. I think I said it out loud: Please don't let me love you that horrible way.