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“If we could imagine, while we live them, to what mundane moments nostalgia manages to stick itself...”
“I had this theory. It was based loosely on the unremarkable observation that the old are always looking back with longing while the young, with the same longing, look ahead. One man remembers what ...”
“When i remember your namei know you are my hope.for what ?not for love...'cause i know you can't love me.but i know you are my hope for... Life.Just remembering your smile...i know you are my world...”
“Don't let's ask for the moon! We have the stars!”
“i smile. things taken for granted have a way of catching you offguard when you least expect it, and then you're taken by what the portuguese calls saudade, a sense of longing for something, someone...”
“I do not want to eat or drink, or i will lose the taste of you in my mouth”
“I still wonder what made him leave. Were they my demons or his own?”
“had almost forgotten the wet brush of your kisses soft as April snowflakes”
“She was a music I no longer heard, that rang in my mind, itself and nothing else, lost to all sense, but not perished, not perished.”
“You can love someone so much But you can never love someone as much as you miss them.”
“I missed her so much I wanted to die: a hard, physical longing, like a craving for air underwater. Lying awake, I tried to recall all my best memories of herto freeze her in my mind so I wouldnt fo...”
“I yearned for everything long gone.”
“By the time they were pulling into the parking lot of the A&P, the mood was fading, the moment gone. Amy could feel it go. Perhaps it was nothing more than the two doughnuts expanding in her stomac...”
“...that breath of relief that there is someone in the world, finally, who understands what hurts you.”
“I did not grow up in poverty. But I did grow up with a poor boy's sense of longing, in my case not for what my family had never had, but for what we had had and lost.”
“... which would enable him to prolong for the time being, and to renew for one day more the disappointment, the torturing deception that must always come to him with the vain presence of this woman...”
“It had been dark at the beach for hours, he hadn't been smoking much and it wasn't headlights but before she turned away, he could swear he saw light falling on her face, the orange light just aft...”
“Her tears still lay, unattended, on my bosom...I wouldn't wipe them, for she might stop paying me visits.”
“We can't stop reading. Compulsively we find ourselves reading significance into dreams (we construct a science upon it); into tea-leaves and the fall of cards. We look up at the shifting vapours in...”
“Sufre mas el que espera siempreque aquel que nunca espero a nadie?Does he who is always waiting suffer more than he whos never waited for anyone?”
