Quotes About Longing

I cannot go to bed tonight without a word to you. I felt a little as though a part of me was leaving tonight. You have grown so much to be a part of my life that it is empty without you.

I miss you greatly dear. The nicest time of day is when I write to you. You have a stormier time than I do but I miss you as much, I think. . . . Please keep most of your heart in Washington as long as I'm here for most of mine is with you!

Stars have cried for a love like ours.

Every intense relationship between human beings is full of traps, and if you want it to endure you have to learn to avoid them. I did so then, and finally it seemed that I had only come up against yet another proof of how splendid and shadowy our friendship was, how long and complicated Lila's suffering had been, how it still endured and would endure forever.

Once, she closed the book abruptly and said with annoyance, "That's enough." "Why?" "Because I've had it, it's always the same story: inside something small there's something even smaller that wants to leap out, and outside something large there's always someting larger that wants to keep it a prisoner.

starting at a certain point, the future is only a need to live in the past. To immediately redo the grammatical tenses.

So afterward, when you no longer love him, it bothers you just to think that you once wanted him.

I realized she wanted many things at the same time, and that kept her in a permanent state of dissatisfaction.

Is it so easy—I thought—to die in the life of the people we can't live without?

felt that if I ran away with the others I would leave with her something of mine that she would never give back.

I let his rose wither in a vase on my desk, a vase painfully empty of flowers since the long-ago time when, on my birthday, Mario would give me a cattleya, in imitation of Swann. In the evening the flower was already black and bent on its stem. I threw it in the trash.

He didn't want her the way he generally wanted women, to feel them under him, to turn them over, turn them again, open them up, break them, step on them, and crush them. He didn't want her in order to have sex and then forget her. He wanted the subtlety of her mind with all its ideas. He wanted her imagination. And he wanted her without ruining her, to make her last.

Lei insomma s'era meritata Nino perché riteneva che amarlo significasse provare ad averlo, non sperare che lui la volesse.

Quieres toda la vida a personas que nunca sabes realmente quiénes son

I wanted him to see in that plate of pasta everything that, by leaving, he would no longer be able to look at, or touch, or caress, listen to, smell: never again.

Ci salutammo alla funicolare e da allora non l'ho più rivisto. Non osai fare domande su Roberto, non chiesi se Vittoria gli aveva parlato di me, se gli aveva raccontato i fatti di casa mia. Dissi solo, vergognandomi: "Mi sento brutta, di cattivo carattere, e tuttavia vorrei essere amata". Ma lo dissi tardi, in un soffio, quando lui già mi dava le spalle.

I became anxious if I lost him, I was happy when I saw him return. In other words I loved him and new it and was content to love him.

I became anxious if I lost him, I was happy when I saw him return. In other words I loved him and knew it and was content to love him.

Para qué habrán servido entonces todas estas páginas. Me proponía aferrarla, tenerla otra vez a mi lado, y me moriré sin saber si lo he conseguido.

In a short while I wished I could talk every day to a boy on that level: how many mistakes I had made with him; what foolishness it had been to want him, love him, and yet always avoid him.

She deserved Nino, in other words, because she thought that to love him meant to try to have him, not to hope that he would want her.

We walked for a long time. We kissed, we embraced on the Lungarno, I asked him, half serious, half joking, if he wanted to sneak into my room. He shook his head, he went back to kissing me passionately. There were entire libraries separating him and Antonio, but they were similar.

Lila always knew what she wanted and got it; I don't want anything, I'm made of nothing. I hoped to wake in the morning without desires. Once I was emptied—I imagined—the affection of Antonio, my affection for him will be enough.

to be healthy, and desperate to be a Natasha at the ball with Prince Andrei or Kuryagin, and instead to be sitting alone, staring at the ceiling, while listening to the echo of the music, the sound of voices, the laughter.