Quotes About Yearning

All around the world, we are gazing skyward waiting for God… Never realizing that God is waiting for us.

Church of painful love - unfulfilled,unrequited & unattained

How I long for more time... but time is a commodity even my vast fortune cannot afford.

A veces, nuestras mentes ven cosas que nuestros corazones desean. (Cardenal Mortati)

Your heart yearns to believe . . . but your intellect refuses to permit it.

Jiwa manusia mendambakan penguasaan atas cangkang jasmaniahnya

I realize that you, like many educated people, live trapped between worlds - one foot in the spiritual, one foot in the physical. Your heart yearns to believe ... but your intellect refuses to permit it. As an academic, you would be wise to learn from the great minds of history.

We're adults, Robert. You can admit it. You feel a longing. I see it in your eyes. A deep, carnal hunger." She smiled. "I feel it too. And that craving is about to be satisfied." "It is?" He felt emboldened and took a step toward her. "Completely." She held up a room-service menu. "I ordered everything they've got.

The first time she had tried to kill herself, she had intuited that there was no escape. She had seen, with sudden clarity, that her life was a series of boxes, a maze that she would run and run through and never find an exit, and she thought, almost peacefully, I don't want it. I don't want my life.

Miles away, the red taillights of semi-trucks were moving along the interstate, and Dustin was suddenly aware that there were people inside them, that they were traveling to distant places and they would never know that he and Rusty were watching them. It made him feel a strange, tingling kind of ache.

I pictured the sea as calm and motionless, no land to be seen in any direction. I have made a mistake, I thought. I need another chance. If I could only start over, I thought.

If you don't get what you want, you suffer. And even when you get exactly what you want, you still suffer because you can't hold on to it forever." (Peaceful Warrior)

Sol had not known he was lonely until he met Sarai.

I desperately want to talk to her now. I want to ask her who it was who so deftly crafted and shaped the legend that was our love.

Nothing had ever been so welcome by its absence.

I was always waiting for you, she sent.

My days were but heartbeats to you. I hated you for that.

I wish I could help him. I wish I could help the dozens of other Sufferers - all the victims of wounds, maulings, burns, diseases, incipient malnutrition, and melancholic despair - aboard this entrapped ship and her sister ship. I wish I could help myself, for already I am showing the early signs of Nostalgia and Debility. But there is little that I - or any surgeon in the Year of Our Lord 1848 - can do. God help us all.

But love...of whom? I say at last. Of what? What great passion would forestall death? Her graceful eyebrow arches, You do not know? You, a poet? I do not know. I say as much. She leans forward so that I can hear the rustle of her starched cotton blouse and silk beneath. Our faces are so close that I can feel the warmth from her skin. Then you need more time to learn, she whispers, her voice as filled with emotion as when she cried out last night.

Toward more life," said Aenea. "Life likes life. It's pretty much that simple. But more amazingly, nonlife likes life as well Ã¢â'¬Â¦ and wants to get into it.

Anything is better than this penny-dreadful tale I've found myself in.

I am merely a poet dying far from home.

He wished he were home in Charleston, listening to the Dave Brubeck Quartet on the stereo and reading Bruce Catton.

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