Quotes About Longing

I loved you without knowing that I love you; I tried to think about you.

Longing that sliced my breast into pieces, it is time to take another road, on which she does not smile. Storm that buried the bells, muddy swirl of torments, why touch her now, why make her sad. Oh to follow the road that leads away from everything, without anguish, death, winter waiting along it with their eyes open through the dew.

I am no longer in love with her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short; forgetting is so long.

if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Por qué se me vendrá todo el amor de golpe cuando me siento triste, y te siento lejana?

I am hungry for your silken laughter, For your hands the color of savage harvest, Hungry for the pail stones of your fingernails. I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. from "Love Sonnet XI

I like for you to be still, and you are still far away.

Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero. Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.

The night is starry, and she is not with me. That is all.

I am the one without hope, the word without echoes, he who lost everything and he who had everything. Last hawser, in you creaks my last longing. In my barren land you are the final rose.

Me hizo falta la luz de tu energía y miré devorando la esperanza...

In you the rivers sing and my soul flies in them as you desire it and to where you will.

Apans?z niye gelir bilmem bunca aÅŸk bana kendimi böyle üzgün, seni uzak bulurken?

Por qué será que todo el amor me viene de golpe cuando me siento triste y cuando te siento lejana?

Tal vez tú no sabías, araucana, que cuando antes de amarte me olvidé de tus besos mi corazón quedó recordando tu boca y fui como un herido por las calles hasta que comprendí que había encontrado, amor, mi territorio de besos y volcanes.

Por que se me vendra todo el ame de golpe cuando me siento triste, y te siento lejana?

Invade me with your hot mouth; interrogate me with your night-eyes, if you want—only let me steer like a ship through your name; let me rest there.

from Poems by Pablo Neruda Tonight I can write the saddest lines Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her.

No te vayas por un minuto, bienamada, porque en ese minuto te habrás ido tan lejos que yo cruzaré toda la tierra preguntando si volverás o si me dejarás muriendo.

Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido

Longing that sliced my breast into pieces, it is time to take another road, on which she does not smile. Storm that buried the bells, muddy swirl of torments, why touch her now, why make her sad.

Seviyorum susman?, yokluk gibisin çünkü, sesim sana varmadan iÅŸitiyorsun beni.

Ya me veo olvidado como estas viejas anclas. Son más tristes los muelles cuando atraca la tarde. Se fatiga mi vida inútilmente hambrienta. Amo lo que no tengo. Estás tú tan distante.

Body of skin, of moss, of eager and firm milk. Oh the goblets of the breast! Oh the eyes of absence! Oh the pink roses of the pubis! Oh your voice, slow and sad!