Quotes About Yearning

People know they are lacking something, they are constantly wanting some kind of spiritual guidance.

Have you ever gotten breathless before from a beautiful face, for i see you there, my dear.

You can be sure that your deepest desires reveal important truths about your spiritual condition.

Everyone seems to be searching and yearning for answers whatever they may be. And that ends up being some kind of spiritual or religious belief.

If there is no desire for prayer, maybe there is no hunger for God.

Where there is even the subtlest desire, the 'Eternal Thing' cannot be attained.

To have a desire means to have dependency.

The gilded spiralOf longings within.Our very own cathedralThat points persistently to heaven.

Wherever there is true grace, there is a desire for more grace.

I'm like an expensive menu... you can look but you can't afford!

He watched them with the passionate regret with which he saw them play football or go to dances: the activity itself did not interest, but the power to share it would have made him less apart.

You think you are about to possess what men have hopelessly yearned for throughout the ages: the soul of an innocent, trusting, dependent child inside the opulent body of a radiantly lovely woman.

Feeling and longing are the motive force behind all human endeavor and human creation

Como me gustaría comerme una buena verga

The more one gets the more one wants

Pero parece que cuanto más se recibe más se quiere...

I want God, I want poetry, I want danger, I want freedom, I want sin.

I don't want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want goodness. I want sin.

To be excited is still to be unsatisfied.

Her cheeks were flushed. She caught hold of the Savage's arm and pressed it, limp, against her side. He looked down at her for a moment, pale, pained, desiring, and ashamed of his desire. He was not worthy, not... Their eyes for a moment met. What treasures hers promised! A queen's ransom of temperament. Hastily he looked away, disengaged his imprisoned arm. He was obscurely terrified lest she should cease to be something he could feel himself unworthy of.

Feeling lurks in that interval of time between desire and its consummation.

Wild inside; raging, writhing—yes, writhing was the word, writhing with desire. But outwardly he was hopelessly tame; outwardly—baa, baa, baa.

Bottle of mine, it's you I've always wanted! Bottle of mine, why was I ever decanted? Skies are blue inside of you, The weather's always fine; For There ain't no Bottle in all the world Like that dear little Bottle of mine.

Oh, how desperately bored, in spite of their grim determination to have a Good Time, the majority of pleasure-seekers really are!