Quotes About Yearning

Churches and trains they all look the same to me now they shoot you some place while we ache to come home somehow.

Half to forget the wandering and pain, Half to remember days that have gone by, And dream and dream that I am home again!

What if I'm an angel without wings to take me home?

She wants to go home, but nobody's home. That's why she lies, broken inside. With no place to go, no place to go, to dry her eyes, broken inside.

I long for home, long for the sight of home.

How could I go on my travels without that sweet soul waiting at home for my letters?

He spent all night staring down at the lights on L.A., wondering if he ever could go home.

Those of us with ravaged faces, lacking in the social graces, desperately remained at home, inventing lovers on the phone.

Nothing wrong with wanting to go home.

Take me home," Snow White said. "Take me home instantly. If there is anything worse than being home, it is being out.

In this world with starry dome,Floored with gemlike plains and seas,Shall I never feel at home,Never wholly be at ease?

And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.

...how could I, fool that I am, go on sitting in my office, or here at home, instead of leaping onto a train with my eyes shut and opening them only when I am with you?

Home is always the impossible subject, multilayered and maddening.

Do you ever want to go home?' I asked Paul. He brushed an ash from my face. 'It's the century of the displaced person,' he said. 'You can never go home.

My mistress has come home; at last I've seen her. Now I'm ready to die.

Why don't I watch the ocean?My lover's gone.No earthly ships will ever bring him home againbring him home again.

This is what happened when one left one's home - pieces of oneself scattered all over the world, no one place ever completely satisfied, always a nostalgia for the place left behind.

Home pulls. It draws you back to tell you you don't belong.

But when you dwell in a house you mislike, you will look out of a window a deal more than those that are content with their dwelling.

Be careful. Wait out your year. Come home.

From ev'ry single window, I see your face. But when I reach a window there's an empty space.

Half an ear cocked, something in me, all night, every night, is waiting for you to come home.

Home has become such a scattered, damaged, various concept in our present travails. There is so much to yearn for. There are so few rainbows any more.