Quotes About Longing

Too late I loved you, O Beauty ever ancient and ever new! Too late I loved you! And, behold, you were within me, and I out of myself, and there I searched for you.

I was in love with loving.

Late have I loved thee oh beauty so ancient yet so new

We must beg the Holy Spirit, with ardent longing, to give us these fruits. The Holy Ghost alone knows how to bring to light the sweetness hidden away under the rugged exterior of the words of the Law. We must go to the Holy Ghost for interior guidance.

I am yearning for love, yearning for a girl poor of heart who loves me, her hand is trembling on a blue treetop, in order to yearn for my love, always at a high place, is trembling with gentle feeling.

Am I the reason you breathe Or am I the reason you cry?

A part of my depression lies, I think, in my unanswered question: Where is home? I feel a sense, always, of trying to find my way back to a place that doesn't exist.

Only God offers deep-down inner acceptance and approval. Only His unconditional love and acceptance will satisfy our longings. Only His ways bring vibrant health. Paul

Tú me diste botas espaciales para que pudiera caminar por otros planetas. Sin ti me siento perdido. No sé si tirar a la derecha o la izquierda. No veo el mañana, sólo kilómetros y kilómetros de ayeres. Ahora que te he encontrado, ya no me importa lo que ocurra. Por eso he venido hasta aquí. Por ti. Porque te quiero.

You too are cast in sadness thicker than stone, heavier than water,' she says. 'It ties you, like me, to this leaden earth.' I lean forward and kiss her. 'Only in dreams,' she says, 'can we be ourselves, uncaged, wild of spirit. Here I am free to climb a tree and find a boy with eyes as sad as mine.

I always feel slightly sad when a good story ends—like I'm saying good-bye to a friend I may not see again for a long time.

we can only hope that the evocative Welsh word hiraeth will be preserved. It means 'distant pain', and I know all about it…But, and this is important, it always refers to a near-umbilical attachment to a place, not just free-floating nostalgia or a droopy houndlike wistfulness of the longing we associate with human love. No, this is a word about the pain of loving a place.

I don't know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of you always in those intervals.

Missing you is worse than Pittsburgh.

And although Margarita lived in a world that predated Technicolor, she always dreamed of the boy in rich pastels.

But there are forces that don't let you turn back and undo things, because to do so would be to deny what is already in motion, to unwrite and erase passages, to shorten the arc of a story you don't own. If I could walk into the house and say, "Froggy, I'm sorry I left." If I could hug him and unbutton his shirt and pick the petals from his hair. If I could do that, there would be no reason for me to fight this war.

He promised all those things men promise when they are far away and can feel the phone lines stretching too tight, the wires and cables rapidly unraveling from their braids, snapping, recoiling, collapsing the poles along the way.

Unrequited love is bad, but unrequitable love can really get you down.

Malo es el amor no correspondido; pero lo que verdaderamente puede hundirlo a uno es el amor no correspondible.

I've been in love and you'll never know

Where is the person whose heart is so passionately in love with the promised glory of heaven that he feels like an exile and a sojourner on the earth? Where

I . . . cannot fall asleep because there is a foreign feeling in my veins, it is the feeling of finally getting what I wanted, and the feeling is colder than I ever thought it would be.

you don't have to be dead to haunt. Parents, songs, exes.

Some nights I want Jude so badly I imagine I am giving birth to him.