Quotes About Longing

Seeing her was like standing in sunlight after a long, hard winter, but he couldn't be easy meeting her in such surroundings. "Oh, Jonas," she said in a broken voice and started to cry. "Tesoro... sweetheart... my love," he choked out, cradling her in his arms. "Don't cry. Please don't cry.

He wanted her. He loved her. He had no idea where he stood with her. The thought of riding away tomorrow felt like someone scraped out his liver with a blunt knife. Lyle

She'd piled her hair high, leaving silky tendrils to tease bare shoulders. How he longed to festoon that slender neck with cascades of rubies. Rubies, diamonds, pearls, emeralds. Never sapphires. Not even the finest sapphires could rival the beauty of her eyes. He had no jewels to offer, only his longing, loving heart.

The human brain cannot encompass total absence. Like infinity, it is simply not something that the organ runs to. The space someone leaves must be filled, so we dream forever of those who are no longer here. Our minds make them live again.

Au bout de combien de temps oublie-t-on l'odeur de celui qui vous a aimée? Et quand cesse-t-on d'aimer à son tour? Qu'on me tende un sablier.

Me dieron ganas de cogerle la mano o el brazo mientras él miraba toda esa belleza babeando, como un pobre chucho flaco ante un hueso súper jugoso pero fuera de su alcance, y decirle bajito: Volveremos... Te prometo que volveremos... ¡Levanta la cabeza, Franck! Te prometo que algún día volveremos... Y nos quedaremos para siempre...

Wie lange dauert es, bis man den Geruch desjenigen Vergißt, der einen geliebt hat? Und wann hört man selbst auf zu lieben?

Cik ilgam laikam j?paiet, l?dz aizmirstam t? cilv?ka smaržu, kurš m?s m?l?jis? Un kad paši p?rst?jam m?l?t?

Skatoties uz tevi, man v?der? viss saž?audzas k? desmit t?kstoš skat?t?ju priekš?, l?dzu, dari tam galu, n?c un apskauj mani...

Jo vair?k es vi?u ignor?ju, jo vair?k vi?? iem?l?jos. Tas bija tieši t?, k? pirm?t tev teicu, k? slim?ba. Tu jau zini, k? tas ir… Tu noš?audies. Vienreiz. Otrreiz. Tev piemetas drebu?i – un cauri. Ir jau par v?lu. Nelaime ir notikusi. Tobr?d bija tieši t?pat: es biju skarts, es biju pagalam. Vairs nebija, uz ko cer?t.

Kaut kur uz š?s plan?tas bija sieviete, varb?t divu so?u att?lum?, varb?t desmitt?kstoš kilometru t?lu, un vien?gais, kam bija k?da noz?me, - lai vi?a var man piezvan?t. Es biju pa??v?gs. Ener?ijas pilns. Man lieks, ka biju diezgan laim?gs šaj? dz?ves posm?, jo ar? tad, ja nebiju kop? ar vi?u, es zin?ju, ka vi?a ir. Tas vien bija necer?ti.

M?s atst?j?m viens otru klusi, skumji un smagn?ji, nekad nerun?jot par n?kamo reizi. N?, tas bija neizturami. Un, jo vair?k es spurojos pret?, jo vair?k es vi?u m?l?ju, un, jo vair?k es vi?u m?l?ju, jo maz?k tam tic?ju. Es jutos apsteigts, bezsp?c?gs, ar sasiet?m rok?m. Nekust?gs, samierin?jies. -Samierin?jies ar ko? -Ar to, ka k?du dienu zaud?šu vi?u…

How could you let yourself be sidetracked while I was waiting for your breath on my back?

Quand j'arrive à la gare de l'Est, j'espère toujours secrètement qu'il y aura quelqu'un pour m'attendre. C'est con. J'ai beau savoir que ma mère est encore au boulot à cette heure-là et que Marc est pas du genre à traverser la banlieue pour porter mon sac, j'ai toujours cet espoir débile. [...] Je voudrais que quelqu'un m'attende quelque part... C'est quand même pas compliqué.

Je ressemble à un personnage de Bretécher: une fille assise sur un banc avec une pancarte autour du cou : "je veux de l'amour" et des larmes qui jaillissent comme deux fontaines de chaque côté des yeux. Je m'y vois.

Je voudrais que quelqu'un m'attende quelque part

Even a painful longing is some form of presence. from "A Nest of Quiet: A Notebook," trans. Clare Cavanagh, Poetry (1 May 2012)

Prawie wszystkie ludzkie nieszcz??cia bior? si? st?d, ?e cz?owiek chce mie? drugiego na w?asno?? i na zawsze.

Oh the hunger in his stare!

she had come to him when he was no longer there…because he had not found the young man with the scarred cheek he could not come to her through the glass.

All I wanted then was for everything to go on as before, so that I could stay deeply asleep, and be no more than a hole in space, not here or anywhere at all, for as long as possible, preferably forever.

But he had held her hand, he had looked into her face in the dark hall, and a strange ecstatic entrancement had come over her, as though she would like to stand there forever, just feeling her hand in his. The extraordinary comfort that filled her heart because of that contact with another human being! She knew that she must feel it again, that, like a drug-taker, she would never be satisfied until she had repeated that unique and trance-like sensation.

I never forgot her, Father. I never forgot her for a day.

Oh, Mum,' Rosie said softly. 'I missed you. Every single day. I have missed you so much.