Quotes About Yearning

The house, shut up like a pocket watch, those tight hearts breathing inside— she could never invent them.

I slept lightly, expecting Fern to awaken during the night missing her truelove. Not that I wanted Fern to be heartbroken. I didn't want her to love someone all her life and then not love or want them at all.

In me there are two souls, alas, and their Division tears my life in two. One loves the world, it clutches her, it binds Itself to her, clinging with furious lust; The other longs to soar beyond the dust Into the realm of high ancestral minds. (lines 1102–7)

Moments when you realize your heart is empty and the one who could fill it, never will.

Dil ko kya ho gaya khuda jane Kyoon hai aisa udas kya jane

Ab ke ham bichhde to kabhi khabon me mile Jis tarah sukhe hue phool kitabon me mile

Das ghar to chhut chuke hain kahan tak karoon khasam Kis ja bithaye dekhiye ab asman mujhe.

Na puchh ai hamnashin hamse shabe furqat ki betabi Alam hai darde hasrat hai fana hai ahozzari hai

A verse is considered a ghazal when it is written recollecting someone whose mere sight not only induces but also charges the mind and heart with an extraordinary feeling of cupidity, passion and lust.

The real high point of his film career is The Hunger

You've Really Got a Hold on Me" and "Money (That's What I Want)," but for me "Please Mr. Postman" houses them both. It's another blizzard of oh yeah screams—in America "Please Mr. Postman" was on The Beatles' Second Album alongside "She Loves You" and "I'll Get You," making it a concept album about the word "yeah.

I'd shut the whole world down just to tell you

The hungry feeling and the lonely feeling merged until it was hard to tell them apart.

The heartbreak of finding an empty teacup when you thought there was one gulp to go.

She didn't want to be in their club. Didn't want to learn how to be apart from the one person she longed to see every day.

We fear the thing we want the most.

The Soul's Upward Yearning by Fr. Robert Spitzer, the intergalactically smart Jesuit who once served as president of Gonzaga University and who now directs the Magis Center on matters of faith, reason, and science,

Sometimes I wish that I could sing or dance or paint or compose symphonies or build cathedrals to express somehow what all of this means to me. I wish I were a priest or a robin or a child or a sunset.

A child on a farm sees a plane fly overhead and dreams of a faraway place. A traveler on the plane sees the farmhouse below and dreams of home.

I suppose I will die never knowing what pumpkin pie tastes like when you have room for it.

When something is missing in your life, it usually turns out to be someone.

No matter what you do in life, a part of you still sits at a curbside, still hearing the drumbeat of a distant parade, still waiting for it to turn the corner.

Life is a process by which a few desperate longings morph into a thousand meaningless wants.

The artist uses the talent he has, wishing he had more talent. The talent uses the artist it has, wishing it had more artist.