Quotes About Longing

Seviyorum susman?, yokluk gibisin çünkü. Öyle uzak, ac?l?, ölüp gitmiÅŸ gibi sen. Yeter o zaman bir söz, bir gülümseyiÅŸ bile. Sevinirim, baÅŸka ÅŸey yok öyle sevindiren.

Seviyorum susman?, uzakl?klar gibisin. ?nler gibisin hem de, ku?uran kelebe?im. ??itiyorsun beni sesim sana varmadan: Senin sessizli?inle ben de susay?m derim.

because in that moment you'll have gone so far Pll wander mazily over all the earth, asking, Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

only do not forget, if i wake up crying it's only because in my dream i'm a lost child hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands and there is nothing but shadows where you accompany me in your dreams and tell me the hour of light

Last hawser, in you creaks my last longing. In my barren land you are the final rose.

tudo me leva para ti, como se tudo o que existe, aromas, luz, metais, fossem pequenos barcos que navegam até às tuas ilhas que me esperam.

A tu amor no puedo renunciar sin morirme.

Love us so short; forgetting is so long

We had, as men, time So our thirst could slowly be satisfied, the ancestral longing to enumerate things and sum them up, to render them into dust, dunes of numbers

N-o mai iubesc, asta-i sigur, dar poate înc? o iubesc. Iubirea e atât de scurt?, ÅŸi-atât de lung? e uitarea.

Why did you pour tender fire so quickly, over my life's cool leaves? Who pointed the way to you? What flower, what rock, what smoke showed you where I live? …while inside, a ferocious love wound around and around me?till it pierced me with its thorns, its sword, slashing a seared road through my heart.

Of everything I have seen, it's you I want to go on seeing: Of everything I've touched, it's your flesh I want to go on touching. I love your orange laughter. I am moved by the sight of you sleeping. — Pablo Neruda, from "Amor," Intimacies: Poems of Love. (Harper; 1st edition, October 28, 2008)

Cuando yo abro los ojos y los cierro, cuando mis pasos van, cuando vuelven mis pasos, niégame el pan, el aire, la luz, la primavera, pero tu risa nunca porque me moriría

En torno a mí estoy viendo tu cintura de niebla y tu silencio acosa mis horas perseguidas, y eres tú con tus brazos de piedra transparente donde mis besos anclan y mi húmeda ansia anida

U tebi rijeke pjevaju, s njima duša mi bježi onako kako želiš i donde dokle ho?eš.

Oh invádeme con tu boca abrasadora, indágame, si quieres, con tus ojos nocturnos, pero en tu nombre déjame navegar y dormir.

What can I say without touching the earth with my hands?

I'll send you a kiss with the wind And I know you'll hear it. You'll turn around without seeing me but I'll be there

To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.   To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.   And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.   What does it matter that my love could not keep her. The night is starry and she is not with me.

En ti los ríos cantan y mi alma en ellos huye como tú lo desees y hacia donde tú quieras.

Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses. Her voice, her bright body, Her infinite eyes. I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us, The light of each day, its flame or its repose, they deliver to us, taking them from time, and so our treasure is disinterred in shadow or light, and so our kisses kiss life: all love is enclosed in our love: all thirst ends in our embrace. Here we are at last face to face, we have met, we have lost nothing.

Aunque éste sea el último dolor que ella me causa, y éstos los últimos versos que yo le escribo.

Yo que viví en un puerto desde donde te amaba. La soledad cruzada de sueño y de silencio. Acorralado entre el mar y la tristeza. Callado, delirante, entre dos gondoleros inmóviles.