Quotes About Longing

Ni un solo instante apartó la mirada de Daisy; creo que revalorizaba todo cuanto había en su casa, de acuerdo con la medida de aprobación que leía en sus adorables pupilas. A veces miraba sus poseciones asombrado, como si en la real y sorprendente presencia de Daisy, nada fuera ya real.

Ni un solo instante apartó la mirada de Daisy; creo que revalorizaba todo cuanto había en su casa, de acuerdo con la medida de aprobación que leía en sus adorables pupilas. A veces miraba sus posesiones asombrado, como si en la real y sorprendente presencia de Daisy, nada fuera ya real.

La verdad es que Jay Gatsby, de West Egg, Long Island, nació de su platónica concepción de sí mismo.

Tenía una cara triste y deliciosa, con detalles luminosos —los ojos luminosos y la luz apasionada de la boca— y había en su voz una emoción que los hombres que la habían querido no podían olvidar: una vehemencia cantarina, un «óyeme» susurrado, la promesa de que acababa de vivir momentos felices y vibrantes y que momentos felices y vibrantes esperaban en la próxima hora.

L'ufficiale, mentre Daisy parlava, la fissava come tutte le ragazzine desidarano essere fissate una volta o l'altra [...]. Lui si chiamava Jay Gatsby [...].

Era visibilmente passato attraverso due stadi e stava entrando in un terzo. Dopo l'imbarazzo e la gioia che non ragiona, era divorato dallo stupore per la presenza di lei. Era stato così a lungo pieno di quest'idea, l'aveva sognata in tutto il suo svolgimento e aspettata a denti stretti, per così dire, arrivando a un livello inconcepibile di intensità.

Havia pagat molt car el fet de viure massa temps d'un sol somni.

I die of thirst beside the fountain.

I miss tarty tarts.

I miss you, dad.

If he was nothing, or almost nothing, with no idea of where he had come from or where he was going, why he was living or what he was supposed to be doing (the piano only an elusive hint), and if, further, he was buffeted by forces he could not name but which were loneliness, sadness, longing, anger, fear, and spiritual nausea, would he not deeply attend the infinite story of life? Would he not pay the fucking twenty-five cents to get into the cathedral and see the light?

The Fremen were supreme in that quality the ancients called spannungsbogen -- which is the self-imposed delay between desire for a thing and the act of reaching out to grasp that thing.

Mankind has only one science… its the science of discontent.

Humans are almost always lonely.

People always want something more than immediate joy or that deeper sense called happiness. This is one of the secrets by which we shape the fulfillment of our designs. The something more assumes amplified power with people who cannot give it a name or who (most often the case) do not even suspect its existence. Most people only react unconsciously to such hidden forces. Thus, we have only to call a calculated something more into existence, define it and give it shape, then people will follow.

I don't want to be part of history, I just want to be loved...

Sen Caladan'? sevdin Yitik hükümdar?n?n yas?n? tuttun... Ama ?st?rap öÄŸretti ki Silemez yeni â??klar Ebedi hayaletleri.

The Fremen were supreme in that quality the ancients called "spannungsbogen"—which is the self-imposed delay between desire for a thing and the act of reaching out to grasp that thing. —FROM "THE WISDOM OF MUAD'DIB" BY THE PRINCESS IRULAN

Fremenler eskilerin 'spannungsbogen' dediÄŸi bir nitelikte kusursuzlaÅŸm??t?... yani arzulad?klar? bir ÅŸeyi elde etmeye çal??madan önce sabredebiliyorlard?.

Humans are always most lonely.

The Fremen were supreme in that quality the ancients called "spannungsbogen"—which is the self-imposed delay between desire for a thing and the act of reaching out to grasp that thing.

I remember no moment when I awakened and said: I love him! No, it had wormed its way into this deeper and deeper addiction until, accomplished fact, it must be accepted in every living moment. Like breathing…or heartbeats.

spannungsbogen"—which is the self-imposed delay between desire for a thing and the act of reaching out to grasp that thing. —

People fear me. I never wanted to be feared. I don't want to be a part of history, I just want to be loved... and to love.