Quotes About Yearning

I bleed my bones, their marrow to bestowUpon that God who knows what I would know.

I don't want to feel anything for you, Dante" "God, Tess. I don't want to feel anything for you either.

Now I can only pray that there may be a God -- and a heaven -- or something better.

Please, God, send me something to adore.

For every person is a gaping space waiting to be filled with God.

God, I needed you," he murmured. "I can't even tell you how many times I thought about this. The funny thing is, I don't need you any less now. I think I need you more." ~Shane~

God, his chin. She wanted to make an honest woman of his chin. She wanted to lock it down.

God knows there certainly ought to be a window around here somewhere, for all of us.

You may not know, But it is absolutely true: With each heartbeat Your heart is calling: "God, God!" You may not hear it, But God Himself definitely hears Your heart's cry.

Everybody has God inside, but not everybody is able to see God within. One can see God only when one cries for Him. Those who cry for God and pray to God can realise God.

Each of us has a God-shaped space within us. Only God can fill that space. But we run ourselves ragged trying to find things other than God to fill it with.

I think my characters - well, at least a few of them - are hoping or searching for some kind of contact with god.

Cry to god. If you do that just for a couple minutes with your whole being, just like a child who so badly wants a cookie. You will break through the barrier of the mind.

My mother once told me she thought hell would be nothing more than being given a glimpse of God--then having it taken away, forever.

God, I wish you could have been there.

God, I miss you," he said in a voice that cracked. "Every night. Every day.

Redemption, transformation--God how she wanted these things. Every day, every minute. Didn't everyone?

O God, split the heavens and come down! Manifest yourself somehow. Do what only you can do.

Oh God, how do the world and heavens confine themselves, when our hearts tremble in their own barriers!

God knows how ardently I wish I had ten lives.

Anything less then God, ever me wanteth.

Are we eager to know the ways of God?

I feign fullness, but in reality I am achingly empty. And it is because I too often sit at the table of the world instead of the feet of God.

If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world.