Quotes About Longing

Tomas lived under the hypnotic spell cast by the excruciating beauty of Tereza's dreams.

Extremes mean borders beyond which life ends, and a passion for extremism, in art and in politics, is a vailed longing for death.

She was amazed at the number of years she had spent pursuing one lost moment.

The goals we pursue are always veiled. A girl who longs for marriage longs for something she knows nothing about. The boy who hankers after fame has no idea what fame is. The thing that gives our every move its meaning is always totally unknown to us. Sabina was unaware of the goal that lay behind her longing to betray. The unbearable lightness of being —was that the goal?

She now knew there were conditions under which she could feel strong and fulfilled, and she longed to go off into the world and seek those conditions somewhere else.

Extremes mean borders beyond which life ends, and a passion for extremism in art and in politics is a veiled longing for death.

Nostalgia seems something like the pain of ignorance, of not knowing. You are far away, and I don't know what has become of you. My country is far away, and I don't know what is happening there.

Con ello no quiero decir que haya dejado de amarla, que la haya olvidado, que su recuero haya empalidecido; al contrario; permanece dentro de mí constantemente como una callada nostalgia; la anhelo como se anhela algo que se ha perdido definitivamente.

he tried to remind himself , don't think about her! don't think about her! he said to himself, i am sick with compassion

The more vast the amount of time we've left behind us, the more irresistible is the voice calling us to return to it.

Litost, baÅŸka dillere çevrilmesi olanaks?z Çekçe bir sözcüktür. Adamak?ll? aç?lm?? bir akordeon gibi sonsuz bir duyguyu, baÅŸka birçok duygular?n birleÅŸimi olan bir duyguyu anlat?r: hüzün, ac?ma, piÅŸmanl?k ve özlem.

Vê um jovem que se afasta da vida dela e se vai, parra sempre inacessível. Hipnotizada, nada pode fazer senão olhar esse pedaço da sua vida que se afasta, não pode senão olhá-lo e sofrer. Experimenta uma sensação inteiramente nova que se chama nostalgia.

Plus vaste est le temps que nous avons laissé derrière nous, plus irrésistible est la voix qui nous invite au retour

Todos consideramos impensable que el amor de nuestra vida pueda ser algo leve, sin peso; creemos que nuestro amor es algo que tenía que ser; que sin él nuestra vida no sería nuestra vida. Nos parece que el propio huraño Beethoven, con su terrible melena, toca para nuestro gran amor su «es muss sein!».

It was vertigo. A heady, insuperable longing to fall. We might also call vertigo the intoxication of the weak. Aware of his weakness, a man decides to give in rather than stand up to it. He is drunk with weakness, wishes to grow even weaker, wishes to fall down in the middle of the main square in front of everybody, wishes to be down, lower than down.

È questa la cosa spaventosa: il passato di cui ricordiamo è senza tempo. Impossibile rivivere un amore come rileggendo un libro o rivedendo un film

Quanto mais vasto é o tempo que deixámos para trás de nós, mais irresistivel é a voz que nos convida ao regresso.

The past we remember is devoid of time. Impossible to reexperience a love the way we reread a book or resee a film.

Chantal se siente a salvo, porque la voz de Jean-Marc es la voz del amor, la voz cuya existencia había olvidado en aquellos momentos de desconcierto, la voz del amor que la acaricia y la relaja, pero para la que todavía no está preparada; como si esa voz llegara de lejos, de demasiado lejos; tendrá que escucharla aún durante bastante tiempo para creer en ella.

Now we can understand the meaning of Tereza's secret vice, her long looks and frequent glances in the mirror. It was a battle with her mother. It was a longing to be a body unlike other bodies, to find that the surface of her face reflected the crew of the soul charging up from below. It was not an easy task: her soul – her sad, timid, self-effacing soul – lay concealed in the depths of her bowels and was ashamed to show itself.

Não posso evocar essas velhas culturas antigas sem uma espécie de nostalgia. De nostalgia e inveja, ao pensar sem dúvida na suave lentidão da história naquele tempo.

Porque Lucie, la mujer a la que tanto amé y que se me escapó de un modo totalmente incomprensible en el último momento, es, claro está, la diosa de la huida, la diosa de la carrera vana, la diosa del vapor, y sigue teniendo mi cabeza entre sus manos.

La persona que desea abandonar el lugar en donde vive no es feliz

Me gustaría tirarlo todo y volver a vivir la vida de otro modo y sólo por usted y para usted. Pero no puedo, porque en este momento en realidad ya no estoy aquí. Debía haberme ido ayer y aquí ya no soy más que mi propio retraso.