Quotes About Longing

Travel is like adultery; one is always tempted to be unfaithful to one's own country. To have imagination is inevitably to be dissatisfied with where you live...in our wanderlust, we are lovers looking for consummation.

The average man does not know what to do with his life, yet wants another one which will last forever.

We do not know what to do with this short life, yet we yearn for another that will be eternal.

For the majority of people, though they do not know what to do with this life, long for another that shall have no end.

Yet, every now and then, there would pass a young girl, slender, fair and desirable, arousing in young men a not ignoble desire to possess her, and stirring in old men regrets for ecstasy not seized and now forever past.

It is not customary to love what one has

The average man, who does not know what to do with his life, wants another one which will last forever.

I'd wanted emotion but couldn't find it here, so I settled for motion.

No one seemed to understand. I'd go to movies, see friends, but after a couple days I'd catch myself reading plane schedules, looking for something, someplace to go: a bomb in Afghanistan, a flood in Haiti. I'd become a predator, endlessly gliding in saltwater seas, searching for the scent of blood.

What I have loved, whether I have kept it or not, I shall love forever.

All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name." "Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself

It was really a star, a star you were heading toward. You can't fail to reach it. Hearing you speak, I felt that nothing would hold you back, nothing, not even me. . . . You could never see this star as I do. You don't understand: It's like the heart of a heartless flower.

Mais il s'agissait de pouvoir recommencer à aimer, non plus seulement de continuer à vivre !

Puis, soudain, se plaçant devant moi, m'arrêtant presque, avec cette manière extraordinaire de m'appeler, comme on appellerait quelqu'un, de salle en salle, dans un château vide: "André? André?... Tu écriras un roman sur moi. Je t'assure. Ne dis pas non. Prends garde, tout s'affaiblit, tout disparait. De nous il faut que quelque chose reste...""-Nadja

Then suddenly, standing in front of me, virtually stopping me, with that extraordinary way she had of calling me, the way you might call someone from room to room in an empty castle: 'André? André?...You will write a novel about me. I'm sure you will. Don't say you won't. Be careful: everything fades, everything vanishes. Something must remain of us...

Uzakl?k ya da ölüm, ku?ku ya da ihanetten daha az zarar verir a?ka.

C'était seulement quand elle pouvait être à d'autres que je souhaitais l'avoir à moi,

Odiar es querer sin amar. Querer es luchar por aquello que se desea y odiar es no poder alcanzar por lo que se lucha. Amar es desear todo, luchar por todo, y aún así, seguir con el heroísmo de continuar amando.

cómo es que te pienso, región, y no estoy, cómo fue que te dejaste descubrir así de una, me encerraste en el descubrimiento y me dejaste fuera de ti

Then you think that one can keep a hopeless love in one's heart for so long as that?...And that life can breathe upon it every day, without extinguishing it?

He loved books as other men love women, or opium, or tobacco: they were as a soothing drug to make him forget life.

Fiecare duce, în noapte, o amintire a lui.

Cette nuit, il y a dans notre façon d'aimer une douceur inhabituelle, comme si nous nous retrouvions après une très longue séparation, après avoir beaucoup souffert et vieilli.

What was true love, anyway? What did the fabric of it feel like? Rough? Smooth? Velvety soft? Would she recognize it immediately, or would she have to browse awhile? Would true love fit her perfectly or be like a store-bought gown in need a alterations?