Quotes About Longing

I am fond of lovers but I cannot love, I am too far away, am banished

I am away from home and must always write home, even if any home of mine has long since floated away into eternity.

Our winters are very long here, very long and very monotonous. But we don't complain about it downstairs, we're shielded against the winter. Oh, spring does come eventually, and summer, and they last for a while, but now, looking back, spring and summer seem too short, as if they were not much more than a couple of days, and even on those days, no matter how lovely the day, it still snows occasionally.

My writing was all about you; all I did there, after all, was to bemoan what I could not bemoan upon your breast.

There are times when my longing for you overwhelms me […] so often I can think of you only with teeth clenched.

Always only the desire to die and the not-yet-yielding; this alone is love.

I have this vision: That I would finally come and find you. Scattered pieces of distance would not stand in my way. Not needing words; the barest of glimpses would suffice for you and me.

I can't sleep and the rain is determined not to quit soliloquizing about you all night. I can't help but overhear, my dear.

They no longer wanted to entice anyone; all they wanted was to catch a glimpse for as long as possible of the reflected glory in the great eyes of Odysseus

Oh God, I wish you were not on this earth, but entirely within me, or rather that I were not on this earth, but entirely within you; I feel there is one too many of us; the separation into two people is unbearable.

I passed by the brothel as though past the house of a beloved.

I look a girl in the eye and it was a very long love story with thunder and kisses and lightning. I live fast.

The gesture of rejection with which I was forever met did not mean: 'I do not love you,' but: 'You cannot love me, much as you would like; you are unhappily in love with your love for me, but your love for me is not in love with you.' It is consequently incorrect to say that I have known the words, 'I love you'; I have known only the expectant stillness that should have been broken by my 'I love you,' that is all that I have known, nothing more.

It was because of impatience that they were expelled from Paradise; it is because of impatience that they do not return.

Write to me only once a week, so that your letter arrives on Sunday — for I cannot endure your daily letters, I am incapable of enduring them. For instance, I answer one of your letters, then lie in bed in apparent calm, but my heart beats through my entire body and is conscious only of you. I belong to you

Adev?ratul motiv al temerilor mele – nu exist? ceva mai cumplit de spus ?i nici de auzit – este c? nu te voi putea poseda niciodat?.

All I did there, after all, was to bemoan what I could not bemoan upon your breast.

I can't hold enough of you in my hands.

Written kisses never arrive at their destination; the ghosts drink them up along the way.

However, even this would not have helped me had I not remembered that I was loved by a girl with a black velvet ribbon around her neck, if not passionately, at least faithfully.

Il sogno è l'ultima notizia che possiedo di te.

I see you more clearly, the movements of your body, your hands, so quick, so resolute, it's almost like a meeting; even so, when I then want to raise my eyes to your face, in the middle of the letter -fire breaks out and I see nothing but fire.

Bu elle tutulamayan, bu korkunç sorumluluk durumunu bütün ac?lar?yla yüklenen biri olaca??m yerde, sözgeliÅŸi odandaki, o her zaman seni görebilen mutlu dolap olsam, ne iyi olurdu: seyrederdim seni, koltukta oturuÅŸunu, mektup yaz???n?, yat???n? ya da uykuya dal???n?.

I will cross hundreds of seas and oceans without sinking to reach you, see your eyes and sink completely into their depths.