Quotes About Longing

That's what I'm living on now, honey, dreams, dreams of what I used to do.

I was hungry for love It was pathetic the stones I threw or smashed my mouth on in my pathology of starvation

In the midst of a hostile society, a society that wants our labor or our death, we live in pursuit of justice, in pursuit of freedom, and longing for a bit of grace. How shall we live, how shall we treat each other, how shall we treat our compatriots, some of whom are guilty of crimes against us? Each year a multiracial group of students take my class,

My heart still full of her, Traveled over her face, and found her there no more... I thought to myself that a women unknown Had adopted by chance that voice and those eyes And I let the chilly statue pass Looking at the skies. Alfredde Musset

I don't know what I want but it's not this. I don't want to be this person, I don't want to be trapped in this body, in this house, in this marriage.fay we

Take me! Well, not quite take me, love me now, take me eventually

Lust corrodes as love does not. Lust is all hard hammer blows, cracking and splitting. Love is a slippery, velvety cloak to hide in. Lust is real and love is the stuff of dreams, and dreams are what we are made of. A million million women couldn't be wrong. Could they?

Kids are like heroin -- an injection of pain when they're around, but even when they're not around it's like that next fix. You just can't stop thinking about it.

Ma, se riprendeva a leggere romanzi, sognava di vivere nell'alta società, di essere corteggiata, di essere amata; e quei desideri la struggevano.

I libri le avevano fatto un gran male, eccitando la sua immaginazione, pascendola di allettanti finzioni, di chimere seducenti; ma oramai era troppo tardi per smettere, il male era già fatto, e nonostante la sua sfiducia, le restava in fondo al cuore inassopito il bisogno di commozioni, di scosse, di palpiti.

Verde que te quiero verde. Verde viento. Verdes ramas. El barco sobre la mar y el caballo en la montaña. Con la sombra en la cintura ella sueña en su baranda, verde carne, pelo verde, con ojos de fría plata.

I want to sleep for half a second, a second, a minute, a century, but I want everyone to know that I'm still alive...

I sing your restless longing for the statue, your fear of the feelings that await you in the street. I sing the small sea siren who sings to you, riding her bicycle of corals and conches. But above all I sing a common thought that joins us in the dark and golden hours. The light that blinds our eyes is not art. Rather it is love, friendship, crossed swords.

I went away from your side, in love without knowing it. Now I don't know how your eyes look, nor your hands, nor your hair. I know only the butterfly of your kiss on my forehead.

You tormented a hummingbird of love between your teeth.

Madrigals" 1 Like concentric ripples over the water, so in my heart your words. Like a bird that strikes against the wind, so on my lips your kisses. Like exposed fountains opposing the evening, so my dark eyes over your flesh. 2 I am caught in your circles, concentric. Like Saturn I wear the rings of my dream. I am not ruined by setting nor do I rise myself.

La noche no quiere venir para que tu no vengas, ni yo pueda ir. Pero yo iré, aunque un sol de alacranes me coma la sien. Pero tu vendrás con la lengua quemada por la lluvia de sal. El día no quiere venir para que tu no vengas, ni yo pueda ir. Pero yo iré entregando a los sapos mi mordido clavel. Pero tu vendrás por las turbias cloacas de la oscuridad. Ni la noche ni el día quieren venir para que por ti muera y tú mueras por mí.

To find a kiss of yours] translated by Sarah Arvio. To find a kiss of yours what would I give A kiss that strayed from your lips dead to love My lips taste the dirt of shadows To gaze at your dark eyes what would I give Dawns of rainbow garnet fanning open before God— The stars blinded them one morning in May And to kiss your pure thighs what would I give Raw rose crystal sediment of the sun

Cada vez tengo más deseos, y menos esperanzas.

Y aunque no me quisieras te querría por tu mirar sombrío como quiere la alondra al nuevo día, sólo por el rocío.

Te quiero, te quiero, te quiero, con la butaca y el libro muerto, por el melancólico pasillo, en el oscuro desván del lirio, en nuestra cama de la luna y en la danza que sueña la tortuga. ¡Ay, ay, ay, ay! Toma este vals de quebrada cintura.

La mia felice bocca nuovamente incontrare vuole le tue labbra che baciando mi benedicono, le tue dita care voglio tenere e giocando congiungerle con le mie dita, saziare il mio assetato sguardo col tuo, avvolgere il mio capo nei tuoi folti capelli.

Before the Dawn" But like love the archers are blind Upon the green night, the piercing saetas leave traces of warm lily. The keel of the moon breaks through purple clouds and their quivers fill with dew. Ay, but like love the archers are blind!

Tenía frío y no pedía fuego, tenía terrible sed y no pedía agua: pedía libros, es decir, horizontes, es decir, escaleras para subir la cumbre del espíritu y del corazón. Porque la agonía física, biológica, natural, de un cuerpo por hambre, sed o frío, dura poco, muy poco, pero la agonía del alma insatisfecha dura toda la vida