Quotes About Yearning

You've not been content to dream, as we have.

The worst feeling in the world is the homesickness that comes over a man occasionally when he is at home.

Now the two of us here in the dark have let the fire die slowly down, and it's your body I want to see with the curtains open and the half-moon pressed against the window—your long pale body smoldering on top of the sheet, glowing beside mine while we warm ourselves again in the heavy world of matter, catching fire at the fire we make of our lives. —Eamon Grennan, from "On Fire," Relations: New & Selected Poems (Graywolf Press, 1998)

The praying stopped, and Alford turned from that far near distance and walked out on to the veranda alone, thinking still of that self beyond his reach in a faraway place, as a loss, as something he had been deprived of. But how do you feel the loss of a self that you did not have to lose? How can you lose an Africa you did not know? But that was what he felt: the loss of not having had that loss to lose.

And there came to him a feeling which he had often had before in many different places--that he himself was a part of all this, the great, blind, wistful soul of mankind, which had been here before he was born and would be here when he was dead--still groping, yearning, struggling upward, on and on--to something distant as the sun. And still would he be part of it all, through the eager lives of his children.

still remembering all the things Jamie Dean had told me on the phone. "I don't know what the feeling of love is really like. I don't know if I have ever been in love, but if I have, it must have been with you because I never felt that feeling before you and I have never felt that feeling after you.

bir insan bir insanda ba?ka bir hayat?n kap?s?n? görünce a??k olur. ne mutluluktur öte yandaki, ne de tad?yla merakland?ran bir ac?. a?k diye buna denir: bir insan bir insanda tekinsiz bir ev görür. insan yaras? yaras?na denk geleni seviyor demek ki.

And so it's equally hard for them to comprehend how that smallness might desperately crave to be part of a we that promises greatness.

Charlie had always been a sucker for this part... the first days. The days when you let yourself believe the lies... Not just that there's someone who truly sees you... truly understands you... to your soul... but that you even want them to. That's the sweetest lie, the one you tell yourself.

We do not see the divine intervention for which we yearn in our country because we think it is for us and our needs rather than an impetus for God's mission.

Hi Cosmos, How is your Milky Way? I miss you.

We are apart so that I will know the joy of being with you again. Take care of yourself, wherever you are. Take care of yourself, wherever you are.

He didn't want to be a sucker, but he didn't want to be alone. Everything ached and all the choices felt wrong.

Sometimes I'm terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.

This is life's sorrow: That one can be happy only where two are; And that our hearts are drawn to stars Which want us not.

Beast?" Jane murmured. "Then God make me a beast; for, man or beast, I am yours.

When people hear good music, it makes them homesick for something they never had, and never will have.

The feeling of sleepiness when you are not in bed, and can't get there, is the meanest feeling in the world.

Zane," I whispered breathlessly, knowing it was wrong, but powerless to stop myself. "If things were different... if you were alive... and I was alive-" "Yes," he said immediately, interrupting me. He leaned in closer. His voice was no more than a whisper. "Absolutely, yes. Don't ever doubt it, Kail.

My longing for truth was a single prayer.

I swear I only want to hear about you, to know what you've been doing. It's a hundred years since we've met-it may be another hundred before we meet again.

I couldn't have spoken like this yesterday, because when we've been apart, and I'm looking forward to seeing you, every thought is burnt up in a great flame. But then you come; and you're so much more than I remembered, and what I want of you is so much more than an hour or two every now and then, with wastes of thirsty waiting between, that I can sit perfectly still beside you, like this, with that other vision in my mind, just quietly trusting it to come true.

What Lily craved was the darkness made by enfolding arms, the silence which is not solitude, but compassion holding its breath.

Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists... When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.