Quotes About Longing

I dunno, remember when we were in East St. Louis with George, and Jack you said you'd love those beautiful dancing girls if you knew they would live forever as beautiful as they are? (p. 173)

Un dolore mi trafisse il cuore, come succedeva ogni volta che vedevo una ragazza che mi piaceva andarsene in direzione opposta alla mia in questo mondo troppo grande.

At lilac evening I walked with every muscle aching among the lights of 27th and Welton in the Denver colored section, wishing I were a Negro, feeling that the best the white world had offered was not enough ecstasy for me, not enough life, joy, kicks, darkness, music, not enough night.

She was eighteen and most lovely, and lost.

We were so used to traveling we had to walk all over Long Island, but there was no more land, just the Atlantic Ocean, and we could only go so far.

ve kimse ama kimse bilmiyor kimseye yaÅŸlanman?n periÅŸan süprüntülerinden baÅŸka ne olaca??n?; ve ben Neal Cassady'yi an?yorum ve an?yorum, hatta asla bulamad???m?z yaÅŸl? babas? Neal Cassady'yi; ve Neal Cassady'yi an?yorum. Neal Cassady'yi an?yorum.

Trouble is, what would I do with her once I won her?- it's like winning an angel in hell and you are then entitled to go down with her to where it's worse or maybe there'll be light, some, down there, maybe it's me's crazy-

Go Moan for Man

Home in Missoula, Home in Truckee, Home in Opelousas, Ain't no home for me. Home in old Medora, Home in Wounded Knee, Home in Ogallala, Home I'll never be

The one thing that we yearn for in our living days, that makes us sigh and groan and undergo sweet nauseas of all kinds, is the remembrance of some lost bliss that was probably experienced in the womb and can only be reproduced (though we hate to admit it) in death.

All I wanted and all Neal wanted and all anybody wanted was some kind of penetration into the heart of things where, like in a womb, we could curl up and sleep the ecstatic sleep [...].

I had been spending a quiet Christmas in the country, as I realized when we got back into the house and I saw the Christmas tree, the presents, and smelled the roasting turkey and listened to the talk of the relatives, but now the bug was on me again, and the bug's name was Dean Moriarty and I was off on another spurt around the road.

The one thing that we yearn for in our living days, that makes us sigh and groan and undergo sweet nauseas of all kinds, is the remembrance of some lost bliss that was probably experienced in the womb and can only be reproduced (though we hate to admit it) in death. But who wants to die? In the rush of events I kept thinking about this in the back of my mind.

Nos volvimos tras una docena de pasos, porque el amor es triste, y nos miramos por última vez.

nunca me comprendería porque me gustan demasiadas cosas y me confundo y desconcierto corriendo detrás de una estrella fugaz tras otra hasta que me hundo. Así es la noche, y eso produce. No puedo ofrecer más que mi propia confusión

All I hope, Dean, is someday we'll be able to live on the same street with our families and get to be a couple of oldtimers together.

somebody's eye—a wife, a girl, a friend, an animal —a blood let drop— he for his sea, he for his fire, thee for thy desire

he wanted so much to live...

grasping after life as much as you can because of its sweet sadness and because you would be dead some day.

I want to marry a girl, I told them, so I can rest my soul with her till we both get old.

The last thing is what you can´t get. Nobody can get to that last thing. We keep on living in hopes of catching it once for all

Sentí una punzada en el corazón, como me pasaba cada vez que veía que una chica que me gustaba y yo nos dirigíamos a puntos opuestos de este mundo demasiado grande.

Lucille would never understand me because I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

her mind is bent on something else—she's after me; she won't understand how much I love her, she's knitting my doom.