Quotes About Yearning

What will you hook your heart to today in the hope that it will give you life?

If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world."5

We have forever inside us, and it creates a natural disappointment with the brokenness of the here and now.

There is woven inside each of us a desire for something more—a craving to be part of something bigger, greater, and more profound

Because we live for our happiness, happiness always eludes us—???because every fulfilled desire is followed by yet another desire.

Life is all about what we look to to fill us.

there is a deeper hunger within you than the physical hunger with which you are so familiar.

your body hungers to be filled, but your soul hungers even more.

Lidské srdce je malé, touží ale po velkých v?cech. Nesta?í ani zasytit psa, ale celý sv?t pro n?j není dost velký.

O coração do homem é minúsculo, mas aspira a coisas imensas. Não é suficientemente grande para o jantar de um cão, mas o mundo inteiro não é suficientemente grande para ele.

It is not a carol of joy or glee,But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core…I know why the caged bird sings!

I know why the caged bird sings, ah me, When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,- When he beats his bars and would be free; It is not a carol of joy or glee, But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core, But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings- I know why the caged bird sings!

This, this indeed is to be accursed, For if we mortals love, or if we sing, We count our joys not by what we have, But by what kept us from that perfect thing.

Esta tarde ví llover, Vi gente correr, y no estabas tu.

Sin alma o corazón.

I could only dimly articulate it then, but I think I believed that Art would give me entry into a no-man's-land where the laws of straight no longer applied. And that once I touched the soul of another artist, a comrade in arms, the bodies would fall into place like folds of a garment, twining us in a passion of the flesh. Pretty high-falutin', and an awful lot of effort just to get a man to go to bed with you.

Lust and the English make no sense to me.

The problem with secret crushes: in the absence of requital the love turns bitter.

It doesn't matter where you go though, nowhere feels big enough to contain you, even if you're right in the middle of the mall it still somehow seems too shallow, like when you were younger and you tried to make your Transformers visit your Lego town, and they were just out of scale, it didn't work – it's like that, or maybe it isn't, because you also feel really tinily small, you feel like a lump in somebody's throat….

What really drives us to seek help is an equally frightening sensation: that of being alive, yet not really living.

But the deep desire for peace remained with the American people.

I'm talking about other kinds of hunger. Desire.

Does everybody always have to be on the prowl for love?

Was this what was called falling in love, this wayward glimpse of another person's soul?