Quotes About Longing

Heartbreak, as I judge from my limited experience, is the pain one feels at the loss of a love object, in the case where the love object, not returning the love, breaks off (whether kindly or cruelly) and disappears. The person you love is gone, but still exists, and is simply not available, This is a rather benign situation as compared with the irrevocable loss through death of someone you love, but it is, nevertheless, painful. For

Harlan gazed at Noÿs and his thoughts wound tightly about her. What would she

At moments when Herman fantasized about a new metaphysics, or even a new religion, he based everything on the attraction of the sexes. In the beginning was lust. The godly, as well as the human, principle is desire. Gravity, light, magnetism, thought may be aspects of the same universal longing. Suffering, emptiness, darkness are nothing more than interruptions of a cosmic orgasm that grows forever in intensity...

What use is my life to me? I envy the dead. All day I envy them. I can't even earn my death.

Esa noche creí que había perdido para siempre la capacidad de enamorarme, que nunca más podría reírme ni perseguir una ilusión. Pero nunca más es mucho tiempo.

I try desperately to conquer the transitory nature of my existence, to trap moments before they evenesce, to untangle the confusion of my past. Every instant disappears in a breath and immediately becomes the past; reality is ephemeral and changing, pure longing.

Nostalgia is my vice. Nostalgia is a melancholy, and slightly saccharine, sentiment, like tenderness

era apenas la suma de dos soledades y de muchas ausencias.

Detente, sombra de mi amor esquivo, imagen del hechizo que más quiero, bella ilusión por quien alegre muero, dulce ficción por quien penosa vivo.   SOR JUANA INÉS DE LA CRUZ

Cada instante desaparece en un soplo y al punto se convierte en pasado, la realidad es efímera y migratoria, pura añoranza

Take note: If little by little you stop loving me, I'll stop loving you little by little. If suddenly you forget me Don't come looking for me, I'll already have forgotten you. —PABLO NERUDA "If you forget me" THE CAPTAIN'S VERSES

La nostalgia desgasta y aniquila, es el vicio de los desterrados.

If I have a perfect lover waiting for me in California, why would I want an imperfect husband?" I argued. "Lovers don't last; a husband is a captive prey," she replied.

Estas largas separaciones son peligrosas, el amor resbala por arenas inciertas.

Distance erases the contours and colors of memory. I have letters and photographs of the family that Juan Martín built in Norway; he calls me on the phone and has come to see me in recent years, when I no longer had the strength for such a long trip, but when I think of my son I can't seem to conjure the exact details of his features or voice.

thought about the years I still had left to live and decided that without her it wasn't worth it, for I would never find another woman with her green hair and underwater beauty. If anyone had told me then that I would live to be more than ninety, I would have put a gun to my head and pulled the trigger.

Detente, sombra de mi amor esquivo, imagen del hechizo que más quiero, bella ilusión por quien alegre muero, dulce ficción por quien penosa vivo.

quería estirar las manos a través de la mesa y tocarlo, acercarse, hundir la nariz en su cuello y comprobar que todavía olía a tierra y hierbas, decirle que sin él vivía sonámbula, que nada ni nadie podía llenar el vacío terrible de su ausencia, que daría todo por volver a estar desnuda en sus brazos, nada importaba sino él.

A mí nunca me amaron así, Richard, el amor siempre se me ha dado a medias»

He had an image of her in his mind, the same image that appeared to him whenever he was racked by feelings of love.

In my case, it's not so much wanting to live in Chile as it is the desire to recapture the certainty I feel there. That's my home ground.

En la actitud de los amantes reconoció el abandono propio de quienes se conocen de muy largo tiempo. Aquello no tenía el aspecto de una aventura erótica de verano, como había supuesto, sino más bien de un matrimonio de la carne y el espíritu.

Toen hij haar echter zag staan, naast de stenen muur van het huis met haar armen vol veldbloemen voor haar bejaarden en de door de rit op de motorfiets verwaaide haren, zag hij in dat dit wezen niet geschapen was voor de botte werkelijkheid. (…) Hij wist dat het zijn onverbiddelijk lot was om van haar te houden.

Quella notte credetti di avere perso per sempre la capacità d'innamorarmi, che mai più avrei potuto ridere o inseguire un'illusione. Però mai più è molto tempo. E l'ho potuto sperimentare in questa lunga vita.