Quotes About Longing

My heart was burning for home. For a moment I felt like crying out, but at the moment of greater pain my mother's voice came back to me. It was as if she was here and talking, Stay and take an education, boy. Take it in, That's the main thing.

Just thinking about the cake she was not eating made her cry.

I woke up wanting to read a poem by that name, and I found one with a lifeguard's chair, a broken shell, gulls watching egrets, home an ocean away.

I can't stop writing you. You, the pleasure which exiled me for awhile. You of the whom dream, the bell swinging with echoes of two or three notes as if from another bird, before the major echoes from the same voice. I did not intentionally walk shores of light. I said my heart is sick because it is not full …

she would have walked all the way up to East Sixty-Third Street, and probably 163rd Street, if it meant pouring even more into this memory that wasn't a memory.

I long for sleep, and for soft English rain. But they do not come.

Take me with you. I want a doomed love. I want streets at night, wind and rain, no one wondering where I am.

She is, above all else, tired; she wants more than anything to return to her bed and her book. The world, this world, feels suddenly stunned and stunted, far from everything.

There is a dark cloud that is hiding the Beloved of my heart and I long to plunge myself into His divine Being, but I am unable to do so." She experienced no consolation. Nor did that matter. What really counted was that her heavenly Bridegroom was with her still

Remembering the fatherless feeling, the longing to be picked up and tossed into the air and caught with a laugh, and carried on a shoulder ride as his father-protector strode fearless through the world.

It is very hard. Man longs for a permanent home. But he does not know it until it is torn away from him.

Ow, ow, ow, Billy hurt! Billy wanna go home!

I sold my soul a long time ago, dear fellow. The rest is all cosmetics and parlor games. Nothing that you say, you admirable, earnest apostle, will touch me in the slightest." "Are you so sure? Isn't every man a mystery to himself?

I was about to say that you were not created for this lovelessness.

He concluded that at worst, his heart was still rooted in selfish desire; at best, he was seeking not so much a specific person as love itself.

God wants everyone to be saved. Fostering a longing for the coming of Christ can only happen if we believe that it is for our good.

If you have never wept bitter tears because a wonderful story has come to an end and you must take your leave of the characters with whom you have shared so many adventures, whom you have loved and admired, for whom you have hoped and feared, and without whose company life seems empty and meaningless. If such things have not been part of your own experience, you probably won't understand what Bastian did next.

Verlangen doet alles bloeien, bezit verwelkt.

Desire for power is a kind of greed indulged by the unfulfilled

I show not your face but your heart's desire

I want a man who watches me walk away.

be here. The Apex Valley was his home, even though he lived in Chicago. This was where he wanted to be, and for three days, he and Angela hadn't

16. Love will tear us apart (Joy Division) 15. Ain't no sunshine (Bill Withers) 14. Sound of silence (Simon and Garfunkel) 13. My way (Frank Sinatra) 12. All by myself (Eric Carmen) 11. Yesterday (The Beatles) 10. Without you (Harry Nilsson) 9. Seasons in the sun (Terry Jacks) 8. Fix You (Coldplay) 7. My heart will go on (Celine Dion) 6. Hallelujah (Leonard Cohen/Alexandra Burke/Jeff Buckley) 5. Nothing compares 2 U (Prince/Sinead O'Connor) 4. I will always love you (Whitney Houston)

There's nothing worse than falling in love with impossibility.