Quotes About Yearning

Endeavors that help me satisfy you, my goddess of desire, pleasure, and corny one-liners.

Each of us needs something - food, liquor, pot, whatever - to help us survive. Dracula needs blood.

I wished God were like He used to be, a few notches lower. I wanted Him to be lofty enough to help me but not so uncontrollable. I longed for His warm presence, times when He seemed more… safe.

Help me to withstand your beauty as it stands out of reach. Give me the capacity to forget ever having felt your touch.

If it doesn't take your breath away, make a bigger wish.

Her body begs to be taken away and put into a warm bed with the sheets pulled high, even though nothing can help now.

A pod in the Matrix is looking pretty good right now.

With each day that our huge ship was on the ocean, my sense of being further and further away from my loved ones, my home, and my environment grew stronger.

Longing on a large scale makes history.

The fact that our heart yearns for something Earth can't supply is proof that Heaven must be our home.

But you, you foolish girl, you have gone home to a leaky castle across the sea to lie awake in linen smelling of lavender, and hear the nightingale, and long for me.

I was not content at home. . . I wanted to live like a colorful butterfly in the sun.

All that is within me cries out to go back to my home on the Hudson River

I'm so lost without you. Feeling lonely, scared & cold. I'm so lost without you. Tell me baby, when are you coming home?

Any love is a home-sickness, a longing for a lost paradise.

Soldiers are dreamers; when the guns begin they think of firelit homes, clean beds, and wives.

our longing is our pledge, and blessed are the homesick, for they shall come home.

We long to be found, hoping our searchers have not given up and gone home.

It's not a great song unless it makes your DNA remember Eden and your spirit long for Home.

I come to my solitary woodland walk as the homesick go home.

How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.

I am away from home and must always write home, even if any home of mine has long since floated away into eternity.

I am an unwilling devil. I cry like some vagrant child. I want to go home.

I feel just as hungry today as I did the day I left home.