Quotes About Longing

A veces, June, tengo que imaginar que estás ahí. Tengo la sensación de que quiero ser tú. Antes nunca había querido ser nadie más que yo. Ahora quiero fundirme en ti, estar tan cerca de ti que mi propio ser desaparezca.

Send for the doctor! I need a medicine man who will solder my body and soul together, which splits at every separation. The doctor says it is the flu. He cannot see the body is empty, the fire is gone, I am king without kingdom, and artist without a home, a stranger to luxury, to power, to bigness, to comfort. I lost a world, a small human world of love and friendship. I am not adventurer, I miss my home, familiar streets, those I love and know well.

I am writing you constantly—in my head and the days pass and I wonder what you will think.

You come and the time slips away in a dream. It is only when you go that I realize completely your presence. And then it is too late. You numb me.

I'm restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again

and said to Djuna: I am tired. And laid a despondent, a heavy head on her breast, his heavy body on her body, and all his unfulfilled desires, his aborted moments, lay down with his like stones in his pocket, weighing him down, so that the bed creaked with the inertia of his words: I wanted to do this, I wanted to do that, I want to change the world, I want to go and fight... But it is night already, the day has fallen apart, disintegrated in his hands.

What did I want? I wanted a life with you! And I get instead Radio City, the lights going up, "honey I love you," dancing all night, crap shooting, cellophane magic, chrome and black marble.

She would have liked to be like him, near to everyone, anyone, but she could not. It saddened her.

Oh, Henry, I can't bear to be writing you—I want you desperately, I want to open my legs so wide, I'm melting and palpitating. I want to do things so wild with you that I don't know how to say them. Hugo is calling. I'll answer the rest of the letter tonight.

On what wings does she take flight from Henry? As if the sensual act had been but a mouth applied to an opium pipe.

Warmth, perfume, rugs, soft lights, books. They do not appease me. I am aware of time passing, of all the world contains that I have not seen, of all the interesting people I have not met.

This great handsomeness I took into myself later when he desired me, but I took it as one breathes air, or swallows a snowflake, or yields to the sun.

There is no amount of MORE that can ever satisfy.

You're not dead, but you're not alive, either. You're a wintergirl, Lia-Lia, caught in between the worlds. You're a ghost with a beat- ing heart. Soon you'll cross the border and be with me. I'm so stoked. I miss you wicked.

All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.

Espérer , c'est désirer sans jouir , sans savoir et sans pouvoir

Long only for what you have.

I hated the homes, the families, all the places where man thinks to find rest.

Je n'aime pas les hommes; j'aime ce qui les dévore.

Car, je te le dis en vérité, Nathanaël, chaque désir m'a plus enrichi que la possession toujours fausse de l'objet même de mon désir.

Il y a des maladies extravagantes. Qui consistent à vouloir ce que l'on n'a pas.

But I think there comes a point in love, a unique moment which later on the soul seeks in vain to surpass, and that the effort to revive such happiness depletes it; that nothing thwarts happiness so much as the memory of happiness.

If this was happiness, I know that I wanted to hold it like one wants in vain to hold running water in joined hands. But I was already feeling alongside this happiness something other than happiness which was covering my love like the coloring of autumn.

Etre aimé n'est rien, c'est être préféré que je désire.