Quotes About Longing

Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board. For some they come in with the tide. For others they sail forever on the same horizon, never out of sight, never landing until the Watcher turns his eyes away in resignation, his dreams mocked to death by Time. That is the life of men. Now, women forget all those things they don't want to remember, and remember everything they don't want to forget. The dream is the truth. Then they act and do things accordingly.

She had waited all her life for something, and it had killed her when it found her.

There was sex, of course. Nakedness. Wall to wall, in and out of my thoughts. But when it was over it was her whispering voice I craved, and a human curled up in my arms.

No hay cosa más insoportable que pasar toda una vida obsesionada por un solo punto, por un solo día de existencia

And the enticement to seek a rose without thorns is never far away and always difficult to resist.

El anhelo reemplaza al deseo como fuerza motivadora del consumo.

el amor es el anhelo de querer y preservar el objeto querido.

Si el deseo ansía consumir, el amor ansía poseer. En cuanto la satisfacción del deseo es colindante con la aniquilación de su objeto, el amor crece con sus adquisiciones y se satisface con su durabilidad. Si el deseo es

El amor y el ansia de poder son gemelos siameses: ninguno de los dos podría sobrevivir a la separación. Si el deseo ansía consumir, el amor ansía poseer. En cuanto la satisfacción del deseo es colindante con la aniquilación de su objeto, el amor crece con sus adquisiciones y se satisface con su durabilidad. Si el deseo es autodestructivo, el amor se autoperpetúa.

Life has been so meagre, so insipid, so intolerably dull to eager and high-spirited souls!

For art is about desire, is it not, and never its consummation?

I think we dream so we don't have to be apart for so long. If we're in each other's dreams, we can be together all the time.

I've pressed so far away from my desire that if you asked me what I want I would, accepting the harmonious completion of the drift, say annihilation, probably.

I feel like a tent that wants to be a kite, tugging at my stakes.

What is this longing, she will want to ask. This troubling feeling of more to come. You can make something out of it, I want to tell her. But that's what her life is for.

was between lives. "What is it?" I asked. "What is it we are longing for?" He thought a minute and said, "There isn't any it. There is just the longing for it." This sounded exactly right. Years later and a little wiser, I know what the longing was for: here is where I belong.

But we're all looking for the place we belong. And what is home, anyway, but what we cobble together out of our changing selves? Maybe there isn't any it, as my friend said, only the longing.

When I was young, the future was where all the good stuff was kept, the party clothes, the pretty china, the family silver, the grown-up jobs. The future was a land of its own, and we couldn't wait to get there. Not that youth wasn't great, but it came with disadvantages; I remember the feeling I was missing something really good that was going on somewhere else, somewhere I wasn't. I remember feeling life passing me by. I remember impatience. I don't feel that way now.

But we're all looking for the place we belong. And what is home, anyway, but what we cobble together out of our changing selves? Maybe there isn't any it, as my friend said, only the longing

You call yourselves 'realists', but you remain strangers to reality and blind to its totality, dreamless sleepers wandering aimlessly in search of life's true meaning and purpose which lie buried among the ruins of your own greatest longings.

Short is the way from need to greed.

The words of the Bible are sources of spirit. They carry fire to the soul and evoke our lost dignity out of our hidden origins. Illumined, we suddenly remember, we suddenly recover the strength of endless longing to sense eternity in time.

A longing for things material is an instrument by which one may approach the love of God; even through coarse desires one may come to love the Creator.

It is not we who long for a day of rest, but the Sabbath spirit that is lonely and longs for us.