Quotes About Longing

The mysterious magnet is either there, buried somewhere deep behind the sternum, or it is not.

he was still my romantic hero and I was still his living dream

Let it be sufficient to say that, on this night, he was still my lighthouse and albatross in equal measure. The only thing more unthinkable than leaving was staying; the only thing more impossible than staying was leaving. I didn't want to destroy anything or anybody. I just wanted to slip quietly out the back door, without causing any fuss or consequences, and then not stop running until I reached Greenland.

Whatever this feeling is - this is what I have been praying for. And this is also what I have been praying to.

longing to travel while you are already traveling is, I admit, a kind of greedy madness

When I sit in my silence and look at my mind, it is only questions of longing and control that emerge to agitate me, and this agitation is what keeps me from evolving forward.

Atš?ir?b? no daudz?m draudzen?m es nejutu nek?das s?p?gas ilgas, ieraugot mazu b?rnu. (Tiesa, es jutu s?p?gas ilgas, ieraugot labu lietoto gr?matu veikalu.)

I had to do something about my longing, so I got up, went to the kitchen in my nightgown, peeled a pound of potatoes, boiled them up, sliced them, fried them in butter, salted them generously and ate every bite of them - asking my body the whole while if it would please accept the satisfaction of a pound of fried potatoes in lieu of the fulfillment of lovemaking. My body replied, only after eating every bite of food: No deal, babe.

Vaata, see ongi sinu häda. Sa soovid liiga palju, musike. Sul on selgroo asemel sooviluu.

Unlike so many of my friends, I did not ache with longing whenever I saw an infant. (Though I did ache with longing, it is true, whenever I saw a good used-book shop.)

So sadness is a place? Sometimes people live there for years

Look for God like a man on fire looks for water.

There is only so long that a person can keep her enthusiasms locked away within her heart before she longs to share it with a fellow soul, and Alma had many decades of thoughts much overdue for sharing.

Chérie, je suis Brésilien du sud. Je peux passer dix ans avec le coeur brisé à cause d'une femme que je n'ai même pas embrassée.

Todo comienza cuando el objeto de tu adoración te da una dosis embriagadora y alucinógena de algo que jamás te habías atrevido a admitir que necesitabas —un cóctel tóxico-sentimental, quizá, de un amor estrepitoso y un entusiasmo arrebatador—.

A fish and a bird may indeed fall in love, but where shall they live? I was a bird who could dive and Felipe was a fish who can fly, we basically lived in midair. Diving and flying across oceans and continents in order to be together.

The cave was so beautiful that it made her bones ache with longing. She had never before coveted anything as much as she coveted this glimmering spectacle of mosses. She wanted to be swallowed by it. Already—although she was standing right there—she began to miss this place. She knew she would miss it for the rest of her days.

There were times when she looked up from her labors to ask her mother a question - looking over to the chair where Beatrix had always sat - and was startled by the nothingness to be found there. It was like looking at a spot on a wall where a clock had hung for years, and seeing only an empty space. She could not train herself not to look; the emptiness surprised her every time.

I'm not interested in the insurance industry. I'm tired of being a skeptic, I'm irritated by spiritual prudence and I feel bored and parched by empirical debate. I don't want to hear it anymore. I couldn't care less about evidence and proof and assurances. I just want God. I want God inside me. I want God to play in my bloodstream the way sunlight amuses itself on water.

Desire is the design flaw.") The

It has been so hard for me to imagine living a life without him in it. Even just to imagine that there will never be another road trip with my favourite travelling companion.

I'm tired of being a skeptic, I'm irritated by spiritual prudence and I feel bored and parched by empirical debate. I don't want to hear it anymore. I couldn't care less about evidence and proof and assurances. I just want God. I want God inside me. I want God to play in my bloodstream the way sunlight amuses itself on water.

I had to do something about my longing, so I got up, went to the kitchen in my nightgown, peeled a pound of potatoes, boiled them up, sliced them, fried them in butter, salted them generously and ate every bite of them—asking my body the whole while if it would please accept the satisfaction of a pound of fried potatoes in lieu of the fulfillment of lovemaking.

only thing I'd said was that a supreme intelligence exists in the universe, and that it longs for union with us.