Quotes About Longing

I hoped my absence made them happy or at least made them forget that they weren't happy and never would be.

Entretanto, sentirse deseada y apreciada bastaba para quemar la soledad y la nostalgia de cuanto había dejado atrás.

Las últimas horas habían transcurrido en otro mundo, un universo de roces, de miradas que no entendía y que se comían la razón y la vergüenza. Ahora, de regreso a aquella realidad que siempre acechaba en las sombras del ensanche, el embrujo se desprendía y apenas me quedaba el deseo doloroso y una inquietud que no tenía nombre.

Julián Carax's book was waiting for me, as it always did, its spine just visible at the end of a shelf. I took it in my hands and pressed it against my chest

traía el mundo en la mirada. [...] Sólo me queda el roce de sus labios y, al entreabrir los ojos, el juramento secreto que me llevé en la piel y que recordaría todos los días de mi vida.

Conjurei em vão as palavras que queria oferecer a Nuria Monfort,mas fui incapaz de escrever ou de sentir fosse o que fosse,excepto aquele terror inexplicável da sua ausência,de a saber perdida,arrancada pela raiz.Soube que um dia voltaria para mim,meses ou anos mais tarde,que havia de trazer sempre a sua recordação no contacto de um estranho,de imagens que não me pertenciam,sem saber se era digno de tudo isso.Vais-te em sombras,pensei.Como viveste.

Nunca seria mio, le habia perdido antes de empezar

and I kissed his forehead, as if by doing so I could protect him from the invisible threads that kept him away from me, from that tiny apartment, and from my memories, as if I believed that with that kiss I could deceive time and convince it to pass us by, to return some other day, some other life.

M-am gândit cât de mult îmi doream s? m? refugiez în privirea aceea fugar? care se temea c? e transparent?, goal?. M-am gândit la singur?tatea ce avea s? m? cuprind? în noaptea aceea, când aveam s? m? despart de ea, în lips? de alte trucuri sau poveÅŸti cu care s?-mi câÅŸtig compania ei. M-am gândit la cât de puÈ›ine aveam s?-i ofer ÅŸi cât de multe voiam de la ea.

AFTERNOON OF MIST AND DRIZZLE, CLARA BARCELÓ STOLE my heart, my breath, and my sleep. In

Az egyik szerelem - még ha beteljesületlen is - elvezet a másikhoz.

When she saw me her face lit up and she smiled, making me instantly forget the endless days of misery I'd spent trying to find her. I sat down next to her.

Every afternoon, when we parted, I walked back home dreaming about the moment when I would rescue her from that existence marked by absences, from that night visitor who scared her, from that pampered life that stole the light from her with every passing day. Every afternoon I told myself that I wasn't going to forget her and that, so long as I remembered her, I'd be able to save her.

there were no more ghosts there than those of absence and loss

Remember me, Daniel, even if it's only in a corner and secretly. Don't let me go.

Mañana, o tal vez pasado, te escribiré otra vez para decirte que te quiero, aunque eso no signifique nada para ti.

Recuérdame, Daniel, aunque sea en un rincón y a escondidas. No me dejes ir.

Pasé el sábado en trance, anclado tras el mostrador de la librería con la esperanza de ver a Bea aparecer por la puerta como por ensalmo. Cada vez que sonaba

Hazme lo que quieras —susurró. Tenía diecisiete años y la vida en los labios.

I thought about the loneliness that would take hold of me that night when I said good-bye to her, once I had run out of tricks or stories to make her stay with me any longer. I thought about how little I had to offer her and how much I wanted from her.

Sophie sintió por él ese anémico desprecio que despiertan las cosas que más deseamos sin saberlo.

Šest dana tijekom kojih je ne?e vidjeti, ni dodirnuti, ?inili su mu se kao ?itava vje?nost.

Invadiu-me o desejo quase doloroso de beijar aquela mulher,uma ânsia como nunca tinha experimentado...

Recuérdame, aunque sea en un rincón y a escondidas. No me dejes ir