Quotes About Yearning

I went to college for, like, a year and a half with the intention of doing some kind of art therapy or some kind of teaching of art, because I feel like art is a more free area in school than music is. I feel like music is too mathematic for me. Music school's so hard. It's math.

When you are in prison, you have but one desire: freedom. If you fall ill in prison, you do not think about freedom - you think about health. Health is, therefore, more important than freedom.

Often when He comes, He finds the soul occupied. Other guests are there, and He has to turn away. He cannot gain entry, for we love and desire other things; therefore, His gifts, which He is offering to everyone unceasingly, must remain outside.

When you look at me, when you think of me, I am in paradise.

I am such a diehard romantic. I guess a part of me thinks I am Juliet.

An extravagance is something that your spirit thinks is a necessity.

In my third novel there is an actual black hole that swallows everything you love.

The insatiable thirst for everything which lies beyond, and which life reveals, is the most living proof of our immortality.

You should not see the desert simply as some faraway place of little rain. There are many forms of thirst.

Love fills and empties simultaneously. It makes us reach out to God, ready to be pruned, recklessly desiring whatever the cost. It soothes the aching heart and then makes it thirst for more.

I thoroughly object to getting old. If you could let me be 16 again, I'd give you everything I've got and everything I'll ever have.

Our desires always disappoint us; for though we meet with something that gives us satisfaction, yet it never thoroughly answers our expectation.

Sex," decided Claudia, as she brushed her teeth that night, "is at the bottom of everything. If I don't hurry up and get some pretty quick I'm going to be definitely out of luck.

There's the trick: to find the way - whether forwards or back - to what we long to be.

Never a ship sails out of the bay But carries my heart as a stowaway.

I find that by some unfortunate chance I continue to want you, you jade-eyed sorceress with your wanton gold body and your calculating little mind!

But why on earth not? What has got into you?" "Rowena—dear God, do you take me for a man of steel? Or not as a man at all? Don't you realize what it means to see you every day, to be constantly with you, knowing that you are promised to my uncle and that I can never possess you?" "I'm sorry, Mark. I hadn't thought—that is, I thought you had forgotten all about your infatuation for me.

I keep trying to bring back what is gone, the sunny, bygone years of my childhood," she would write over thirty years later, as if acknowledging the impossibility of this.40 From the child's point of view, the world may have been undiluted sun, though with a child's intuition, she must already have sensed the cracks in her paradise. From an adult perspective, it was a labyrinthine tangle of pain and

When we fall in love at a glance, the question we should ask ourselves (and this would apply to both men and women) is, What is it that we long for? Or perhaps, What are we lacking so that we can turn life in the direction we want? Creativity? Confidence? Authority? Recklessness? Irresponsibility? Or even darkness? Perhaps the lover is the outlaw in ourselves we don't quite have the nerve to claim. (p. 34)

would there not be another hunger on him all his life? For other scents and sights and sounds; pale and changeful northern skies and the green plover calling?

So Aquila took his father's service upon him. It wasn't as good as love; it wasn't as good as hate; but it was something to put into the emptiness within him; better than nothing at all.

It is lonely never to have been loved, only devoured.

Try to capture what you can't bear to be without

Curfew Shall Not Ring Tonight