Quotes About Longing

What it was like, what she was thinking, everything she'd never told him. Whether she thought he'd failed her, or whether she wanted him to let her go. This, more than anything, makes him feel that she is gone.

So much will happen, he thinks, that I would want to tell you.

He has almost forgotten what it felt like. To touch her. To be forgiven even just this much

The occasional embrace, a head lean, just a moment on your shoulder, when what you really wanted more than anything was to press them to you and hold them so tight you fuse together and could never be taken apart.

James remembers: long ago, when they were young and the worst thing they could imagine was not being together . . . That moment, that connection, seems far away and small now, like something that happened in another life.

Years of yearning had made her sensitive, the way a starving dog twitches its nostrils at the faintest scent of food. She could not mistake it. She recognized it at once: love, one-way deep adoration that bounced off and did not bounce back; careful, quiet love that didn't care and went on anyway.

Era impossível equivocar-se. Reconheceu-o de imediato: amor, uma adoração não correspondida que saltava mas não ressaltava; amor cauteloso e plácido que não se importava e prosseguia de qualquer forma. Era demasiado familiar para a surpreender. De dentro dela, algo se esticou e envolveu Jack como um xaile, mas ele não reparou.

Memory, come tell a fairy tale About my girl who's lost and gone. Tell, tell about the golden grail And bid the swallow, bring her back to me. Fly close to her and ask her soft and low If she thinks of me sometimes with love, If she is well? Ask too before you go If I am still her dearest, precious dove. And hurry back, don't lose your way, So I can think of other things. But you were too lovely, perhaps, to stay. I loved you once. Good-bye, my love.

Kuruyan bir deniz gibiyim bazan. Y?ld?zlar? sönmü? bir gök gibiyim. ?ncilerimi sokakta da??tt?m. Kendimi öylesine verdim ki sana, kelimeler beni terkettiler.

Sevdi?imiz insanlar?n izleri neden bir yerde sürekli kalmazlar,neden onlar? her arad???m?zda bulamay?z? Bugün Duy?en'le birlikte indi?imiz o keçi yolunu bulsam kapan?r,izleri öperim.

At great periods you have always felt, deep within you, the temptation to commit suicide. You gave yourself to it, breached your own defenses. You were a child. The idea of suicide was a protest against life; by dying, you would escape this longing for death.

Waiting is still an occupation. It is having nothing to wait for that is terrible.

What we desire is not to possess a woman, but to be the only one to possess her.

Ma ne avevo abbastanza e capivo che ormai tutta quanta Torino e il mestiere e le strade e le pietre di casa non bastavano piu a darmi pace.

Te quiero mucho, querida, y te odio, eres para mí literalmente el aire que respiro, si me faltas te maldigo como hace un anegado; me duele físicamente estar lejos de ti; no eres para mí una mujer, eres la misma existencia; donde tú estás está mi casa, todo el resto no es nada.

Quello era tutto il mio passato, insopportabile eppure così diverso, così morto. M'ero detta tante volte in quegli anni - e poi più avanti, ripensandoci - che lo scopo della mia vita era proprio di riuscire, di diventare qualcuna, per tornare un giorno in quelle viuzze dov'ero stata bambina e godermi il calore, lo stupore, l'ammirazione di quei visi familiari, di quella piccola gente. E c'ero riuscita, tornavo; e le facce la priccola gente eran tutti scomparsi.

Tov?r??ia m?rii îmi ajunge.Nu vreau pe nimeni.În via?? nu am nimic al meu.L?saÅ£i-mi cel puÅ£in marea.

Yang terampas dan yang putus... Kelam dan angin lalu mempesiang diriku, Menggigir juga ruang di mana dia yang kuingin, Malam tambah merasuk, rimbajadi semati tugu. ....

For sometimes you can't help but crave some ruin in what you love.

What if loving something means you should mostly feel frustrated and thwarted? And then a little ruined, too, by the pursuit? But you keep coming back for more?

I would give most anything to hear my father's talk again, the crash and bang and stop of his language, always hurtling by. I will listen for him forever in the streets of this city.

It's probably a bad indicator of your lifestyle when you miss your ex-boyfriend because he's absolutely lethal.

It's probably a bad indicator of your lifestyle when you miss your ex-boyfriend because he's absolutely lethal.

Intimacy" Even in the dark I think of you— That these shadows have made me long for your touch. Might that I wrap myself in the soft, white blanket of your skin, your words tumbling tenderly into my ear. And yet as I pause to consider the gentleness within your voice I realize it is only the sound of my heart—trembling To be next to you.