Quotes About Longing

I have not forgotten that she is what I am moving toward. If I seem to be caught in a slow circling of the subject, it is only appropriate, as she and I have always moved toward each other in slow circles.

In the midst of fear Lyra knelt by Lanre's body and breathed his name. Her voice was a beckoning. Her voice was love and longing. Her voice called him to live again. But Lanre lay cold and dead.

There is some truth in that. Absence feeds affection.

I didn't really have any idea how I would find her. Some foolish, romantic part of me thought I would know her when I saw her. If she were half as radiant as her voice, she would shine like a candle in a dark room. But as I thought these things, the wiser part of me was whispering in my other ear. Do not hope, it said. Do not dare hold hope that any woman could burn as brightly as the voice that sang the part of Aloine.

A veces la seducción lenta es la única manera..." Felurian

Pensé en la forma de sus labios, el sonido de su voz, el olor de su cabello.

It's hard to long for something that is always there.

Looking at it doesn't make me happy," Jax said. "No more than looking at my dinner makes me full. I want it. I want to have it for my own.

Steal me, she had said. I should have been bolder and kissed her at the end. I should have been more cautious. I had talked too much. I had said too little.

But how?" I asked. Felurian stopped swimming and floated on her back, looking up at the sky. "oh, moon," she said forlornly. "I perish for kisses. why have you brought me an owl when I desired a man?" She sighed, then softly hooted into the night: how? how? how?

wanted to say something. I wanted to say it didn't bother me, but that would be a lie. I wanted to tell her all that really mattered to me was that she came back, but I was worried that might be too much truth.

On raske igatseda millegi järele, mis on kogu aeg olemas. Puudumine toidab kiindumust.

Eres demasiado buena para mí. Eres un lujo que no puedo permitirme. A pesar de todo, insisto en que hoy vengas conmigo. Te invitaré a cenar y pasaré horas hablando extasiado del inmenso y maravilloso paisaje que eres tú. Me puse de pie y la ayudé a levantarse.

Estaba sentado, quieto como una estatua, y me dolían los dedos. Quería tocar, no escuchar. «Quería» no es un verbo suficientemente intenso. Me moría de ganas de tocar. No me enorgullezco de haberme planteado robarle el laúd y marcharme de allí aprovechando la oscuridad de la noche.

Trying to make you understand her with nothing more than words. You have never seen her, never heard her voice. You cannot know.

For a moment my hands stopped aching from the cold, and instead longed for the familiar feel of music running through them.

She shook her head vigorously, refusing to look at me as tears started to spill down her cheeks. "It's not fine. I should have known. You hold it like it's your baby. If anyone in my life had ever looked at me the way you look at that lute, I'd …

My eyes were always returning to Denna. She sat beside me, arms hugging her knees. Her skin was more luminous than the moon, her eyes wider than the sky, deeper than the water, darker than the night.

I'd grown so accustomed to finding her that now I caught glimpses of her when she wasn't there.

When you wait a few span or month to hear a finished song, the anticipation adds savor. But after a year excitement begins to sour. -Kvothe, The Name of the Wind, Ch. 12

No piensas en mi como yo en ti, no me importa, pero si también tienes frío, podrías acercarte y rodearme con tus brazos. Sólo un poco. Con un nudo en la garganta, me acerqué, me senté a su lado y la abracé. –Qué bien– dijo ella, más relajada–. Es como si hasta ahora siempre hubiera tenido frío.

met him like a lover in an empty bed. The

No piensas en mí como yo en ti. No me importa. Pero si también tienes frío, podrías acercarte y rodearme con los brazos. Solo un poco. Con un nudo en la garganta, me acerqué, me senté a su lado y la abracé. —Qué bien —dijo ella, más relajada—. Es como si hasta ahora siempre hubiera tenido frío.

And even knowing that to possess that scent he must pay the terrible price of losing it again, the very possession and the loss seemed to him more desirable than a prosaic renunciation of both. For he had renounced things all his life. But never once had he possessed and lost.