Quotes About Longing

How evanescent those loves and friendships seem at this distance in time…We move on, make new attachments. We grow old. But sometimes, we hanker for old friendships, the old loves. Sometimes I wish I was young again. Or that I could travel back in time and pick up the threads. Absent so long, I may have stopped loving you, friends; but I will never stop loving the Day I loved you.

They were gone and I missed them but even so I was very happy. For the rest of my life no matter where on this planet earth I went and no matter how scared or confused I got, I could wait until dark and look up into the night sky and see my three friends again and my heart would swell with love of them and make me strong and clearheaded.

I'm waiting for something worth waiting for.

What became of the friends I hadWith whom I was always so closeAnd loved so dearly?

I'm not sure how you do this to me. I barely remember you whole, just the hair or beard, the legs, arms, all separate, never as one man who searched desperately in the dark for music without words to make love to.

There are times when a leader's deepest longing is to hear a word from the Lord. Beyond the muddle of all of our thoughts and ideas and brainstorming sessions, we long for an encounter with God that will penetrate all of that and bring some clarity to our situation.

when applied to Scripture, this approach does not serve the deeper longing of our heart—the longing to hear a word from God that is personal and intimate and takes us deeper into the love that our soul craves.

You break my sleep And something like my heart.

There are certain people who if they are absent life becomes hard to bear.

and what is not there is always more than there.

The light air, the restless leaves; the ripple of time warped by our longing. There, as if we were painted by some unknown impressionist.

Your voice still beating inside my skull, as if I could put my fingers through my eyes and pull you out. This dumb external universe.

All night you waited for morning, all morning for afternoon, all afternoon for night; and still the longing sings. Oh, paper bird with folded wings.

They carved your name into the stone and then they put it in the ground, I run my fingers through the grooves When no one's around

Come pick me up

As he gazed at the distant stars on the screen, a deeply buried memory pushed its way into his consciousness. It was the memory of a wish, a wish to visit every star in the galaxy. But that wish, and the dreams that went with it, had belonged to someone else, a child who lived a long time ago and was no more. Those were the dreams of a boy named Anakin Skywalker.

Will I ever see you again?" he sobbed. "What does your heart tell you?" Anakin tried to listen to his heart, but all he sensed was its ache.

The most painful state of being is remembering the future, particularly the one you'll never have.

Who would hold her when he had to let go? And why did the thought of Thea alone, without him, make him want to tear the world apart for its cruelty?

Eternity wasn't a gift for you because you've spent the last three centuries without me,

He longed for it to be winter. A cold wind would blow, the sea would pound, and he would rise cheerful and fit from a delicious sleep beneath warm blankets. Then would come days in which he would write his great novel. The kettle would boil and hot coffee would froth in his cup. In the garden the citron would flower beneath a brilliant moon, its branches dripping fragrance. The starry sky would sweeten the soft silence and Hemdat would pour the dew of his soul into the sea-blue night.

Just as in earthly life lovers long for the moment when they are able to breathe forth their love for each other, to let their souls blend in a soft whisper, so the mystic longs for the moment when in prayer he can, as it were, creep into God.

When Hamid dropped Lata off at her house at nine that night, he felt hollow. The touch of her soft body was sheared from him like bark from a tree, and he spent the entire night tossing and turning.

Benim bekledi?im a?k ba?ka! O, bütün mant?klar?n d???nda, tarifi imkans?z ve mahiyeti bilinmeyen bir ?ey. Sevmek ve ho?lanmak ba?ka, istemek bütün ruhuyla, bütün vücuduyla, her ?eyiyle istemek ba?ka… A?k bence bu istemektir. Mukavemet edilemez bir istemek!