Quotes About Longing

No, I just wanted to recapture the incredibly vivid love we'd had at first- the love I'd shared with the tall man standing next to me, with the man I adored.

With Lizard, I felt overwhelmed by the desire to touch her skin, to kiss her, hold her, make love to her,no matter how it happened, I just had to have her, Lizard and no one else. Right then and there. Tears came to my eyes, I wanted her so much.

It was the truth. I felt a yearning love for every instant that passed.

I thought for a moment. Isn't it strange how we unconsciously search for something that will make us cry, only when we want to, and only when we're not able to?

E' strana la notte: per quelli che si addormentano subito dura solo un attimo, mentre per chi la passa completamente in bianco, diventa così lunga che è come vivere una vita supplementare e sembra quasi un privilegio…

Al recordar su sonrisa, no sé por qué, me duele el corazón.

I'll wait until then—I won't forget you. I don't want things to end like this, only having known you during this strange time. But right now, I just can't think about the future.

It occurred to me that if I were a ghost, this ambience was what I'd miss most: the ordinary, day-to-day bustle of the living. Ghosts long, I'm sure, for the stupidest, most unremarkable things.

Siempre pensaba en ti. Pero me sentía incapaz de llamarte. Tenía miedo de que, en cuanto te lo dijera todo se hiciese real.

Floating in a dream, I watched her walk away. That she had come to me at the end of a long night of misery made me want to cry tears of joy. I wanted to tell her: "How happy I am that you came to me like an apparition in that bluish mist. Now everything around me will be a little bit better when I wake up." At last I was able to fall asleep.

Dù sao trong ?o v?ng c?a má»—i ng??i, ? má»™t nÆ¡i nào Ä'ó không th? vá»›i tá»›i, có má»™t hình dung lung linh mà ai cÅ©ng thá»±c sá»± thèm mu?n, lá»›n hÆ¡n c? ni?m hy v?ng, m?nh hÆ¡n c? ánh sáng, có tên là H?nh Phúc". (Amrita - Banana Yoshimoto)

I wan't ever truly lonely, but whenever I think abou you I get this feeling that I was least lonely when I was with you

Dù sao trong ?o v?ng c?a má»—i ng??i, ? má»™t nÆ¡i nào Ä'ó không th? vá»›i tá»›i, có má»™t hình dung lung linh mà ai cÅ©ng thá»±c sá»± thèm mu?n, lá»›n hÆ¡n c? ni?m hy v?ng, m?nh hÆ¡n c? ánh sáng, có tên là H?nh Phúc". (Há»' - Banana Yoshimoto)

Wenn wir uns wiedersehen, wollen wir dies sicher noch ein weiteres Mal, wenn wir einmal miteinander schlafen, wollen wir das wieder machen, ein zweites, drittes, viertes Mal, immer wieder, immer mehr, und weil das, glaube ich, Liebe bedeuten würde, weiß ich nicht, ob ich so für einen Menschen, der nie da ist, empfinden will.

Komm bald zurück! Wir machen nabenmono! Ich will Dich sehen! Ich will Dich sehen und mit Dir reden, ich hab Dir so viel zu sagen! Dieses Gefühl - mir Dir reden zu wollen, meine ich - möchte ich mir für immer bewahren. Ich will nicht, dass wir uns voneinander entfernen. Ich möchte Dir immer alles mitteilen. Dieses Gefühl braucht niemand zu verstehen. Ich will es nur mitteilen, zumindest versuchen will ich das.

But I'm not free, I realized; I've been touched by Yuichi's soul. How much easier it would be to stay away forever.

A moment before, my heart seemed to stop. Now that feeling voiced itself in my mind: If Yuichi is with me, I need nothing else. It flashed for only an instant, but it left me extremely confused, dazzled as I was by the light given off by his eyes.

Ganz unabhängig davon, daß wir uns schon lange nicht mehr geküsst und auch keinen Sex mehr miteinander hatten... ich würde nie wieder inmitten der Dunkelheit so unbefangen, wie man einen Schluck Wasser trinkt, alles mit ihm teilen können...

When I woke up, for a second, I could still vividly feel the sensation of my arms around my mother's neck, and my chest against hers. I was overcome by such a deep yearning that I cried as much as I'd ever cried in my life.

What is it about the past? I can never understand it. Why is it so powerful? Why does it appeal to us as if it had some extraordinary pearl of meaning that we can't find in our present lives?

I was thinking of Anna. I make myself think of her, I do it as an exercise. She is lodged in me like a knife and yet I am beginning to forget her. Already the image of her that I hold in my head is fraying, bits of pigments, flakes of gold leaf, are chipping off. Will the entire canvas be empty one day?

On bad nights he would lose control altogether and break down, sobbing into his pillow. Yet he knew that if she returned to him both of them would suffer again.

All the lovely things I've known have disappeared.

Because we cannot stand the God-shaped hole inside of us, we try stuffing it full of all sorts of thing, but only God may fill.