Quotes About Yearning

This world can only give me reminders of what I don't have, can never have, didn't have for long enough.

and she was so simply his love, his girl, watching him approach as if she were memorizing him and his walk and those flowers and this moment, and he wanted to ask her what sound a heart made when it broke from pleasure, when just the sight of someone filled you the way food, blood, and air never could...

If anything, we older people yearn for a peaceful world even more than young people do. We are the ones who lost friends or relatives in some war. We are the ones who have lived a lifetime of seeing and reading about human suffering.

The expression 'I miss you' in English becomes 'Vous me manquez' in French, which literally means 'You're missing from me'. In my view, it's a wonderful way to express the emptiness in your self when you truly miss someone.

w sprawach serca i emocji, mimo najlepszych intencji i rozleg?ych oceanów g??bokiej mi?o?ci wewn?trz, nikt jeszcze nie by? w stanie kocha? nikogo sposób ka?dy chce by? kochany. a to ciekawe paradoksalne aspekt mi?o?ci!

It's not that I want you to go, it's just that I don't want you to stay." - China Sorrows -

You promise?" "I cross the place where my heart used to be and wish to be even more deader than I am now.

an elderly man with a face that longed for a beard it didn't have.

I am gone quite mad with the knowledge of accepting the overwhelming number of things I can never know, places I can never go, and people I can never be.

Wonder is defined by Thomas [Aquinas] in the Summa Theologiae [I-II, Q. 32, a. 8], as the desiderium sciendi, the desire for knowledge, active longing to know.

Sundays are terrible because it is clear that there is no one in charge of the world. And this knowledge leave you drifting around, grappling with unfulfilled expectations and vague yearnings.

In heaven I yearn for knowledge, account all else inanity; On earth I confess an itch for the praise of fools - that's vanity

human desires are the main cause of suffering

Like jilted and disappointed lovers, some of my students just want to be left alone.

Lust and learning. That's really all there is, isn't it?

I was always going to the bookcase for another sip of the divine specific.

My soul comes from better worlds and I have an incurable homesickness of the stars.

The one thing life has taught me is that most people spend their lives bottled up inside their houses doing the things they hate.

And true love waits In haunted attics And true love lives On lollipops and crisps

he wanted to be rid of his itching brain, his ignited skin, the flesh beneath, to in some way become so ethereal and unbound to the earth that he could unsee, disavow, disavow.

Somehow Charlie looked so good in that moment, putting on his jacket. Saul clasped him tight before he could get away. The weight of the man in his arms. The feel of Charlie's rough shave that he loved so much. The tart surprise of Charlie's lip balm against his cheek. Held him for an extra moment, trying to preserve all of it, as a bulwark against whatever had just happened. Then, too soon, Charlie was gone, out the door, into the night, headed for the boat.

Time for another drink, somewhere else. A kind of oblivion.

My voice had a rasp to it, then. I wasn't yet comfortable talking human. My voice had a rasp, and I gazed upon the bison head on the wall and my voice became raspier still. I gazed upon the mossy rock imported from another country, the water feature in the house, and wanted only to return to all fours and drink from the pond. To gaze at the reflection and remember who I was, not who I had become

confess I went because I had hopes that there remained some spark of the man I'd once known. But I never really found it.