Quotes About Longing

The separation of lovers delights the heart of the biographer.

Nothing is more often misdiagnosed than our homesickness for Heaven. We think that what we want is sex, drugs, alcohol, a new job, a raise, a doctorate, a spouse, a large-screen television, a new car, a cabin in the woods, a condo in Hawaii. What we really want is the person we were made for, Jesus, and the place we were made for, Heaven. Nothing less can satisfy us.

What we love about this life are the things that resonate with the life we were made for. The things we love are not merely the best this life has to offer—they are previews of the greater life to come.

It was deeper than some boy thinking she was cute. It was more like she was food and he was hungry. It was as if Mars needed her to survive.

Michael should have tried. Jana hated him for not being Romeo. She loved him with all her heart and hated him just the same. He should have killed himself over her. "Dammit, Michael, love me!" Jana said out loud. The words flew from her heart. They were the colour of blood. "Love me, love me, love me!

When longing disappears, love disappears.

Oh come, please come, to the Poor Mouth Fair Where the Saints kneel round in their underwear And say out prayers that most need saying For needful sinners who've forgotten praying; And in every alcove and niche you spy The living dead who envy the long since gone Who never wished to die.

Human life without death would be something other than human; consciousness of mortality gives rise to our deepest longings and greatest accomplishments. —LEON KASS, CHAIR OF THE PRESIDENTIAL COMMISSION ON BIOETHICS, 2003

hay algo dentro de mi que se arrastra hacia fuera, como la mano de un hombre dormido en una barca que se descuelga hasta tocar el agua.

No necesito que sea bueno, me basta con que esté al otro lado".

Es curioso comprobar cómo se echan de menos sensaciones que no son buenas, pero a las que uno se ha acostumbrado

And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth.

Late Fragment And did you get what you wanted from this life, even so? I did. And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth.

I needed a drink, I needed a lot of life insurance, I needed a vacation, I needed a home in the country. What I had was a coat, a hat and a gun. I put them on and went out of the room.

True stories deal with hunger, imaginary ones with love.

I folded into the mere sound of Tess's voice, dizzying, liquid, and lethal like freebase cocaine shimmering in its heated spoon. It was an electric sensation, not like the safe, smooth feeling of Mom's love, and I chose it outright.

That girl in the backseat of the beater, I wonder if she's bored d restless, stuck in this small town, hating the slow, stoned laughter and the same rock song on the radio. I hope she caught a glimpse of me through the steam. Even if she only saw my tear widen and my legs kick off the ground, she might think I know where I'm going. She might think I've found a way.

I longed to arrest all beauty that came before me, and at length the longing has been satisfied.

All I wanted was to be married, loved and to spend my life with somebody who cared for me and have lots and lots of children.

Everyone says I should leave it. But of all the cats I have saved, the one I remember is the one I can't catch.

A stick of celery doesn't do it for me.

Everyone loves a love story. All of us want to be loved. I think 80 per cent of us spend our life chasing it, and only 20 per cent are lucky enough to finally find it.

I love Chelsea and I want to stay here for a long time.

I spent too little time at Chelsea. I want to have another life so I could spend more time there.