Quotes About Longing

Yoseb grew quiet, wanting what he saw in front of him not to be true. "Isak-ah, why did I bring you to this hell? I was so lonesome for you. I was wrong, you know, to bring you

all of them had lost the home in their minds for good.

She would have uprooted herself to have seen the world with him, and now she was seeing it without him.

There wasn't a day when she didn't think of her father or hear his voice in her head.

It is not given to each of us To be desired.

In my mind, the sexiest thing in the world is the feeling that you're wanted.

It's sort of my go-to stock image of my childhood, actually. I think it has something to do with knowing I'll never be able to go back to that time that makes me cry every time I listen to it.

Even though Mavis was my secret friend, she is the only one I hope I see again. She's the only one I wonder about. I hope she wonders about me too.

The idealism and adorability of Rob Lowe and Bradley Whitford had made me long for a civic-minded beau who is constantly making long, important speeches and taking principled stands.

No matter how good you have it, it's cool to want more.

I had a serious conversation with the flowers and they told me where they came from. I was right. They were from the man who was secreted away in my heart. I missed him so much. I couldn't wait to see him again. But, at the same time, I was scared of him. Whenever I thought of him a little door in my heart banged shut and I felt like crying. I had no idea what was going on.

Em persegueixo més ençà dels sentits perquè hi ha sempre algun íntim espai de mi que em manca.

Cap temps no es perd, i al pou del sentiment l'aigua sempre es renova i vivifica la necessària set, el gran batec amb què el desig posa a prova la vida.

Cansadament potser, o tal vegada més allunyat que mai del joc que incita, espero algun senyal, una paraula o un gest tal volta que reveli tota la densitat del buit que m'acompanya i em torni la perduda lucidesa.

Se'm desdibuixa per l'horitzó de pluja la teva imatge, però et mantinc ben viva als dits i a la memòria.

En un home de fusta em converteixo per vell i per mesell i solitari. Tot m'és sobrer fora de tu que em manques i tot m'emplena tanmateix de vida. No moriré de mort fantasiosa, sinó d'una absurda i lenta malaltia que em podrirà com us podriu vosaltres.

ESCRIC DE TU Escric de tu i de mi per recordar-te. La tarda em pesa suaument als muscles i dibuixa l'espai en què et retrobo sense tenir-te. Tota l'esperança se'm fa desig intens a la mirada i l'ombra de tu pels marges solitaris. Escric de tu i de mi, des d'aquest angle de tarda que ens pertany perquè vam fer-ne l'àmbit fecund i clar dels nostres somnis.

Sovint, de nit, em desvetlla l'enyor i faig recompte, ingenu i greu, de tantes afinitats perdudes, dels propòsits desats en un calaix per no fer nosa.

Aleshores m'adono que sóc sol a l'andana, sol enmig de la gent que no es commou veient om te m'allunyes. I ara penso que aquest adéu no és pas igual que els altres, que no tornaràs més i, tanmateix, no he deixat d'estimar-te.

Mystics seem to have no shame about contradicting themselves left and right. They blithely proclaim that the cure for pain is in the pain itself and that the cry of longing is the sigh of merging. That's because the path of the mystic reconciles contradictory propositions (such as harrowing sorrow and radical amazement) and blesses us with an extended capacity to sit with ambiguity, to treasure vulnerability, to celebrate paradox as the highest truth.

I think that much of our depression, anxiety, and addiction has to do with what John writes about: the soul's need and longing for transcendence. This need is instinctual and unavoidable.

Sometimes God feels very far away, and so we long for God. Not because we believe that God and self are ultimately existentially separate, but because here in the midst of our relative reality our souls yearn to return to where we come from: Absolute Love.

Letting your heart break open all over again when you remember the unbearable beauty of the Beloved's in visible face.

I could not make a move without making love.