Quotes About Longing

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her mother not to know her—at least not in Warrick's presence. And they would be together again, finally.

I--I mum thank you,Mr. Malory. " She slipped into the brogue without realizing it, half her mind on his touch, half on her increasing panic. "You've taken my mind off my worries for a spell, but dinna add to them now. It's a husband I'm needing, no' a lover, and you dinna qualify . . . more's the pity.

The poor child felt like a little bird that is placed in a glittering cage.

Sometimes I felt as if I could not bear it any longer to be away from you!

Spiritually good people, pure in heart, who long for the Blessed Sacrament but cannot receive at the time, can receive spiritually... even a hundred times a day, in sickness and in health, with immeasurable grace and profit.

those basic human needs for safety, the longing for warmth and trust, a desire to live well and take care of the people we love.

After you've lived in Paris for a while, you don't want to live anywhere, including Paris.

For this is action, this not being sure, this carelessPreparing, sowing the seeds crooked in the furrow,Making ready to forget, and always coming backTo the mooring of starting out, that day so long ago.

The poem is sad because it wants to be yours, and cannot be.

You meant more than life to me. I lived through you not knowing, not knowing I was living.

I thank Thee, O Lord, that Thou hast so set eternity within my heart that no earthly thing can ever satisfy me wholly.

The past beats inside me like a second heart.

Where I went, no one could follow. Yet someone managed to hold my hand.

This is the way it is with me, always looking in or looking out, a chilly pane of glass between me and a remote and longed-for world.

He wishes he had never entered the funhouse. But he has. Then he wishes he were dead. But he's not. Therefore he will construct funhouses for others and be their secret operator -- though he would rather be among the lovers for whom funhouses are designed.

Earth seemed a place of exile and I dreamt of heaven.

Loneliness is not being alone, It's loving others to no avail.

To be desired is perhaps the closest anybody can reach in this life to feeling immortal.

I've learnt something more. The expectation of a body can last as long as any hope. Like mine expecting yours. As soon as they gave you two life sentences, I stopped believing in their time.

The collaboration which sometimes follows is seldom based on good will: usually on desire, rage, fear, pity or longing. The modern illusion concerning painting (which post-modernism has done nothing to correct) is that the artist is the creator. Rather he is a reciever. What seems like creaton is the act of giving form to what he has recieved.

Who does not know what it is like to go with a friend to a railway station and then to watch the train take them away? As you walk along the platform back into the city, the person who has just gone is often more there, more totally there, than when you embraced them before they climbed into the train. When we embrace to say goodbye, maybe we do it for this reason—to take into our arms what we want to keep when they've gone.

To be desired is perhaps the closest anybody in this life can reach to feeling immortal.

My thoughts hovered over all varieties of mortal edible, and finally settled on a porterhouse steak and a quart of bitter with a welsh rabbit to follow. In longing hopelessly for these dainties I fell asleep.