164 quotes found
“She gave me this look she might have been watching from a lifeboat as the ship went down. Or maybe it was the other way around.”
“The saints are little pieces of mystical Christ, sick of love for union. The wife of youth, that wants her husband some years, and expects he shall return to her from oversea lands, is often on the...”
“A line from The Picture of Dorian Gray kept running through my head- a line which, I thought, might have been written by the Devil himself:"The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it...”
“Verlange. The process feels like crossing a border on a one-way ticket, from a state of innocence, to one of irreconcilable knowledge. You are in a new country. But no one wants to live here. The v...”
“The correspondence testifies to the frailty of human longings, to the process of how something precious can turn fatal, a reality become illusion. We are reminded that love should be cherished when...”
“I couldn't reach him from here even if I tried.”
“The love of his youthAppeared as in a dreamAnd this ageing loverWent mad with love.The youth robbed him ofReason and his chastity.In pursuit of his Beloved, mad, deranged,He was from kith and kin e...”
“Please wait for me. Don't have all the fun now. Don't fill up on other people who aren't me. Don't ruin your appetite.”
“This is, to me, the loveliest and saddest landscape in the world. It is the same as that on the preceding page, but I have drawn it again to impress it on your memory. It is here that the little pr...”
“I hated longing. I hated it almost as much as I hated pining. It sapped the mind of good judgment, filled the heart with achiness, and distracted the vagina from other potential conquests.”
“He thought there must be a place, like a dead-letter office, where everyone's longing went, yearning that was sent out, day after day. He thought it must collect somewhere, in a dank basement room,...”
“In the Village IIIWho has removed the typewriter from my desk,so that I am a musician without his pianowith emptiness ahead as clear and grotesqueas another spring? My veins bud, and I am sofull of...”
“The RemoteI often think about youwhen Im lying alone inmy room with my mouthopen and the remotelost somewhere in the bed.”
“What, and end up like you? Wistfully recalling a lover from long ago? Please.”
“All my life the god of the Mountain has been wooing me.”
“Love ... was part imagination, its web spun as much in the dark lonely separated evenings of longing as in the shared times together.”
“I didn't want this dance to end, or Kiggs to let go of my hand. I didn't want him to turn his eyes away, or live any other moment than this one.”
“The sensation I had experienced vanished like smoke from a snuffed candlem, leaving behind wisps of nameless longing.”
“What I did not know was how longing could store itself away in the hollows of one's bones and then one day without warning flood out.”
“youre gone andyour unfinished poemlies alone on my deskempty of tears,I only hope it rains today”
