Quotes About Longing

As happiness recedes into dreams, the passion ended where it began: in sleepness.

Não temos juventude, ficamos logo adultos, e continuamos então adultos por um tempo demasiadamente longo, vêm daí um certo cansaço e uma certa desesperança que atravessa com um vinco largo a essência no conjunto tão tenaz e cheia de esperança do nosso povo

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 follows, perhaps, that we are now both married, you in Vienna, I to my fear in Prague, and that not only you, but I too, tug in vain at our marriage.

Sono stato due ore coricato sul divano e credo di non aver pensato ad altro che a te.

And it turns out we really do keep writing the same thing. I ask whether you're sick and then you write about it, I want to die and then you do, I want stamps and then you want stamps, sometimes I want to cry on your shoulder like a little boy and then you want to cry on mine like a little girl. And sometimes and ten times and a thousand times and always I want to be with you and you are saying the same thing. Enough, enough.

O tu sei mia e tutto va bene, o invece ti perdo e allora... non c'è niente, ...niente di niente.

I'm tired, can't think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that for through all eternity.

Seni seviyorum iÅŸte, budala, deniz dibindeki çak?l ta?? nas?l sevilip, sarmalan?p ona baÄŸlan?l?rsa ben de sana öyle baÄŸl?y?m.

En kötüsü de sahip olamad???n ÅŸeylere ait olmand?r

I had long been running through the darkness, this way and that, guided by nothing but a vague yearning

I am a cage in search of a bird

Hot summer nights, mid-July, when you and I were forever wild.

Ensimmäinen merkki kajastavasta ymmärryksestä on kuoleman kaipuu.

I can't get my hands on enough of you.

do I have to have the nourishment of your presence?

a human can't last for long without a heartbeat, and as long as you are turned away how can my heart go on beating?

Perhaps the logical conclusion is that we're both married, you in Vienna, I to my fear in Prague.

There has never been a time in which I have been convinced from within myself that I am alive. You see, I have only such a fugitive awareness of things around me that I always feel they were once real and are now fleeting away. I have a constant longing, my dear sir, to catch a glimpse of things as they may have been before they show themselves to me. I feel that then they were calm and beautiful. It must be so, for I often hear people talking about them as though they were.

And thus it happens that the reader, the closer he comes to the novel's end, the more he wishes he were back in the summer with which it begins, and finally, instead of following the hero onto the cliffs of suicide, joyfully turns back to that summer, content to stay there forever.

So I only wrote half a page and am once again with you, laying on this letter like I lay next to you back then in the forest.

Since I met you, I've felt abandoned without your nearness; your nearness is all I ever dream of, the only thing.

It is a blow because it will take time and I need all the time I have and a thousand times more than all the time I have and most of all I'd like to have all the time there is just for you, for thinking about you, for breathing in you.

Per qualche motivo che ignoro mi piaci moltissimo. Molto, niente di irragionevole, direi quel poco che basta a far si che di notte, da solo, mi svegli e non riuscendo a riaddormentarmi, inizi a sognarti.