Quotes About Longing

When you wake up in the morning and out of nowhere comes the heartache of alienation and loneliness, could you use that as a golden opportunity? Rather than persecuting yourself or feeling that something terribly wrong is happening, right there in the moment of sadness and longing, could you relax and touch the limitless space of the human heart? The next time you get a chance, experiment with this.

I took the sing from your song. I made a bed where you don't belong.

Art is like a lover whom you run away from but who comes back and picks you up.

I had wanted a tape recorder since I was tiny. I thought it was a magic thing. I never got one until just before I went to art school.

Thou art gone from my gaze like a beautiful dream, And I seek thee in vain by the meadow and stream.

Zion, thou art doubtless anxious for news of thy captives; they ask after thee, they who are the remainder of thy flock.

Artists will sometimes speak of Rome with disparagement or indifference while it is before them; but no artist ewer lived in Rome and then left it, without sighing to return.

Longing desire prayeth always, though the tongue be silent. If thou art ever longing, thou art ever praying.

O, teach me how you look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart."-Helena

Where are you, my little object of art? I am here to collect you.

So I find every pleasant spot In which we two were wont to meet, The field, the chamber, and the street, For all is dark where thou art not

I didn't know the inner me was hungry," I said to Art. "That's because it already starved to death.

When I say to the Moment flying; 'Linger a while -- thou art so fair!' Then bind me in thy bonds undying, And my final ruin I will bear!

But oh the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone and never must return!

O delicious kiss, Why thou so sudden art gone? Lost in the moment thou art won?

I hope to depart in no other way than looking back with love and wistfulness and thinking, oh paintings that I would have made..

In the fullness of artistic life there is, and remains, and will always come back at times, that homesick longing for the truly ideal life that can never come true.

What treasures he would give for one night with her. To watch her strip off one of her vintage dresses, revealing her satin skin inch by inch just for him.

In the end the soul is itself the longing of the soulless for salvation.

What he was after hangs between the visible and the invisible, between the here and now and the seemingly elsewhere.

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fresh. "I miss you, too. Get some sleep.

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