Quotes About Yearning

There's a land—oh, it beckons and beckons, And I want to go back—and I will.

It is in the nature of man to want what he does not have. This modern concern for happiness seems a real testimony of its absence.

Most stories are not about peoplebut about life, an addiction like the rest of themthat destroys you even as you love it, but you love it anyway and can never get enough.

I cannot tarry longer.The sea that calls all things unto her calls me

Like a tenacious ivy, your presence clings onto the drab wall of my existence. Cling harder onto me love, like a blood sucking bed-bug who is never satiated.

That's the trouble with loving a wild thing: You're always left watching the door.But you also get kind of used to it.

I long to embrace, to include in my own short life, all that is accessible to man.

Desire of The Wings Can Broke you Own Feet.

Is human nature to believe that other places and other times are better than the here and now.

I want you to crave the crisp ocean breezeas much as I do.I want your soul to beas rain-swept as mine.

Tender Ember...Barred and brandedto be forever unlovedI was a tender emberseeking solace from above...

Where are you now, my beloved? Do you hear my weeping From beyond the ocean? Do you understand my need? Do you know the greatness of my patience?

My yearn for home is broadened Patriotism expanded By callings from beyond So I pack my things Nothing precious All things sacred

The root of all desires is the one desire: to come home, to be at peace.

If I can't have love, if I can't find peace, / Give me a bitter glory.

And so this is Christmas...what have you done?

There is peace in dungeons, but is that enough to make dungeons desirable?

We are all children starving to experience and know the heart of reality.

The Peace you long for also longs for you.

The Beloved is Always There, Actively Seeking You.

We all want to go there something awful, but to stand there takes some grace.

The thing I am most aware of is my limits. And this is natural; for I never, or almost never, occupy the middle of my cage; my whole being surges toward the bars.

Somewhere out there, beneath the pale moonlight, someone's thinking of me and loving me tonight.

Dreams have only one owner at a time. That's why dreamers are lonely.