Quotes About Longing

El olor de mar le gustaba tanto, que deseaba respirarlo puro algún día y en grandes cantidades, a fin de embriagarse de él.

Benim neye ihtiyac?m var, biliyor musunuz? Bana hep, ele geçiremeyeceÄŸim bir kad?n gerek. Ama "onu" ele geçiremediÄŸime göre, kad?na da ihtiyac?m yok demektir.

Ben ne isem onun tam kar??t?n? içeren bir kad?na ihtiyac?m var.

Palpitava-lhe a extraordinária sensação de que esse aroma seria a chave para ordenar todos os aromas, que não entenderia nada de aromas se não se tivesse entendido esse; e ele Grenoiulle teria desperdiçado a vida se não conseguisse pegá-lo. Precisava tê-lo, não pela mera posse, mas para sossego do seu coração.

Man's misfortune stems from the fact that he does not want to stay in the room where he belongs.

Now things sucked worse than a vampire after a four day fast. Only

Love is bitter sweet never to be perfect but just what the body, heart, and mind aches for...and the lips oooh~ to die another day just to kiss the love it miss. My heaven, my hell, my pain, my love…my life! Killing me slowly….oooh~ so sweet and slowly with your kiss. To have loved than have never loved at all I would rather die so forever slowly.

Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire.

Just come back, I was thinking. You've been gone long enough. Just come back. I will stop traveling; I will wash your clothes.

We want thing we cannot have. We seek to reclaim a certain moment , sound, sensation. I want to hear my mother's voice. I want to see my children as children. Hands small, feet swift. Everything changes. Boy grown, father dead, daughter taller than me, weeping from a bad dream. Please stay forever, I say to the things I know. Don't go. Don't grow.

Angel looks down at him and says, "Oh, pretty boy, Can't you show me nothing but surrender?

I could feel the gravitational pull of home, which when I'm home too long becomes the gravitational pull of somewhere else.

I have a lock of his hair, a handful of his ashes, a box of his letters, a goatskin tambourine. And in the folds of faded violet tissue a necklace, two violet plaques etched in Arabic, strung with black and silver threads, given to me by the boy who loved Michelangelo.

Avevo trovato conforto in Arthur Rimbaud, in cui mi ero imbattuta a sedici anni, su una bancarella di libri di fronte alla stazione degli autobus di Philadelphia; il suo sguardo borioso aveva incrociato il mio dalla copertina di Illuminazioni . Possedeva un'intelligenza insolente capace di infiammarmi, e l'avevo accolto come un compatriota, un parente, un amore segreto perfino. Non avendo i novantanove centesimi per comprare il libro me lo ero messo in tasca.

We want things we cannot have. We seek to reclaim a certain moment, sound, sensation. I want to hear my mother's voice. I want to see my children as children. Hands small, feet swift. Everything changes. Boy grown, father dead, daughter taller than me, weeping from a bad dream. Please stay forever, I say to the things I know. Don't go. Don't grow.

Such things that disappear in time that we find ourselves longing to see again. We search for them in close-up as we search for our hands in a dream.

The café I'll never realize, the cafés I'll never know.

In all the world one may always hope to recapture something lost.

I knew he didn't love me, but I adored him anyway

Please stay forever I say to the things I know. Don't go. Don't grow.

The slow-moving atmosphere surrounding the cafe so captivated me that I desired nothing more than to dwell within it.

We want things we cannot have. We seek to reclaim a certain moment, sound, sensation. -- Please stay forever, I say to the things I know. Don´t go. Don´t grow.

It seems to me that I will always be happy in the place where I am not.

In other words: It seems to me that I will always be happy in the place where I am not. Or, more bluntly: Wherever I am not is the place where I am myself. Or else, taking the bull by the horns: Anywhere out of the world.