Quotes About Longing

Human societies are based on the human tendency to want things, and are geared to satisfying those wants: possessions or facilities to bring ease and personal satisfaction. The results are frequently disappointing, and always terminate in the embarrassing non sequitur of death.

I had set myself an unattainable ideal. Such human skill I could summon wasn't enough for the job. I felt the suicidal despair of all who longed to do what they couldn't, what only a few in each century could – whether blessed or cursed in spirit. No achievement was ever finite. There was no absolute summit. No peak of Everest to plant a flag on. Success was someone else's opinion.

Deseo antiguo, deseo reciente, ambos sin saciar y que seguramente no saldrían del ámbito de la obsesión.

In life we all have an unspeakable secret, an irreversible regret, an unreachable dream and an unforgettable love.

Not everyone can wait: neither the sated nor the satisfied nor those without respect can wait. The only ones who can wait are people who carry restlessness around with them.

As Christians, we needn't be at all ashamed of some impatience, longing, opposition to what is unnatural, and our full share of desire for freedom, earthly happiness, and opportunity for effective work.

No one has yet believed in God and the kingdom of God, no one has yet heard about the realm of the resurrected, and not been homesick from that hour, waiting and looking forward joyfully to being released from bodily existence.

it's harder for us to find what we are looking for and must do without, since we have come to expect more from friendship than most other people do. In this respect as well, it's not so easy to make do with "substitutes.

There is also a false serenity that is not at all Christian. We need feel no shame as Christians about a measure of impatience, longing, protest against what is unnatural, and a strong measure of desire for freedom and earthly happiness and the capacity to effect change. In

There is such a thing as a false composure which is quite unchristian. As Christians, we needn't be at all ashamed of some impatience, longing, opposition to what is unnatural, and our full share of desire for freedom, earthly happiness, and opportunity for effective work.

Ilude-se com uma gloriosa desforra a longo prazo, acredita possuir ainda uma imensidão de tempo disponível

Ma tu - adesso ci penso - sei troppo lontana, centinaia e centinaia di chilometri difficili a valicare. Tu sei dentro a una vita che ignoro, e gli altri uomini ti sono accanto, a cui probabilmente sorridi, come a me nei tempi passati. Ed è bastato poco tempo perché ti dimenticassi di me. Probabilmente non riesci più a ricordare il mio nome. Io sono ormai uscito da te, confuso fra le innumerevoli ombre. Eppure non so pensare che a te, e mi piace dirti queste cose.

Un po' più in là della tua solitudine, c'è la persona che ami

Quanto tempo davanti! Lunghissimo gli pareva anche un solo anno e gli anni buoni erano appena cominciati; sembravano formare una serie lunghissima, di cui era impossibile scorgere il fondo, un tesoro ancora intatto e così grande da potersi annoiare. Nessuno c'era che gli dicesse: "Attento, Giovanni Drogo!". La vita gli appariva inesauribile, ostinata illusione, benché la giovinezza fosse già cominciata a sfiorire. Ma Drogo non conosceva il tempo.

A common little song has died and left me here with a heart in pain and sent me wandering lovelessly to deposit my heart at every door: with her who was never born yet died and left to me a loveless heart: and yet carries off my heart in pain: to deposit my heart at every door.

Happiness is the exception-joy a rarity-the normal feeling most human beings have is discontent or longing... maybe there's an evolutionary purpose.

No man really wants his freedom. He gets a habit as quickly as possible--it is a form of immortality

No man really wants his freedom. He gets a habit as quickly as possible - its a form of immortality.

but this is another love—it goes everywhere; there is no place for it to stop—it rots me away.

They go far back in our lost distance where what we never had stands waiting; it was inevitable that we should come upon them, for our miscalculated longing has created them.

Only the impossible lasts forever, with time, it is made accessible. Robin's love and mine was always impossible, and loving each other, we no longer love. Yet we love each other like death.

You wring your hands to see it, and that's another illustration of love; in the end you are too heavy to move with the greediness of the stomach.

So love, when it has gone, taking time with it, leaves a memory of its weight

What do they find then, that this lover has committed the unpardonable error of not being able to exist—and they come down with a dummy in their arms. God's last round, shadow-boxing, that the heart may be murdered and swept into that quiet still place where it can sit and say: 'Once I was, now I can rest.