Quotes About Longing

Sometimes . . . we grow homesick for heaven. Many times in the midst of the sin, suffering, and sorrow of this life there is a tug at our soul. That is homesickness coupled with anticipation.

We have exchanged love of family and home for cyberfriends and living in constant motion that robs the soul from memories—and perhaps from that still, small voice that longs to be heard.

Many people turn to alcohol to try to drown the [cries] and longings of the soul. Others attempt to quiet the longings of their souls in other ways. Nothing but God ever completely satisfies, because the soul is made for God.

God longs for men to be saved. God is at work to get men to stop their downward plunge in sin.

How much greater should be our longing for our eternal home! You and I aren't meant to live for only a few decades on this earth; we are destined for eternity. The Bible says this world is not our final home; we are "strangers and pilgrims on the earth" (Hebrews 11:13 NKJV). Our true home is heaven—and that is where God's path leads.

Hebrews 11:25).

There will come a time when people hungering for the truth will seek it where it is supposedly disseminated, such as books and churches, but they will not hear the Word of the Lord. Instead of receiving a message to satisfy their spiritual longings, they will hear a sermon on some current political or social problem, or a sermonette on art and literature. And so they wander from one place to another, going from hope to despair, and eventually giving up.

Hers was not love lost; it was love denied.

Lots of things should be, but aren't.

Except, how do we go on when what was best is behind us? When the longing is not for someone you have not yet met, but for someone you knew and lost?

We're always contradicting ourselves. We want people to tell us apart.... ...yet we don't want them to be able to. We want people to get to know us... ...but we also want them to keep their distance. We've always longed for someone to accept us... But we never believed there'd be anyone who would accept our twisted ways. That's why we'll stay locked up tight... ...in our own little private world... ...and throw away the key, so that no one can ever hurt us.

1. Your heart starts hurting when you think about him.

IfI had never met them, I never would've known what it was like to run all out...or to cry with all my heart and laugh with all my heart...To say nothing of the way it feels to wish so much for another person's dream to come true. I never would've known what it's like to want something with all my heart. I want him to know that if I hadn't met him that day in addition to all the various new emotions I've felt,I never would've known this one overflowing in my heart. " -Haruhi

You seem so far away though you are standing near. You made me feel alive, but something died I fear. I really tried to make it out, I wish I understood. What happened to our love, it used to be so good.

It is always a temptation, which grows stronger the longer we live, to look back instead of forward, to bemoan the past, and thus deride the present and distrust the future.

For prudence is of the mind, but desire is of the soul, and while his brain of to-day whispered wariness, voices in his heart of long ago shouted commands that he knew he must obey with joy.

Only a soul full of despair can ever attain serenity and, to be in despair, you must have loved a good deal and still love the world.

Je suis triste et malade. Peut-etre a cause de Vous, peut-etre a cause d'un autre. Peut-etre a cause de Vous.

We conceal it from ourselves in vain - we must always love something. In those matters seemingly removed from love, the feeling is secretly to be found, and man cannot possibly live for a moment without it.

There is a God-shaped vacuum in every heart.

He holds me. I am his in a way he probably isn't even aware of. Boys shouldn't know what power they have. They would panic probably or just mess things up. But boys are who you give yourself to. Not your parents or your teachers or your "future". You give yourself to a boy. And then you go for long walks at night and think about them and wonder what they will do to you in the end.

I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart; Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears-- Ah, she doth depart.

What is it men in women to require? The lineaments of gratified desire. What is it women do in men require? The lineaments of gratified desire.

about a book lent by a crush] Last night I read into the wee small hours. Fell asleep with my face in the book, my nose pressed up against the print. Could smell Sean on the pages, the lingering odours from his sportsbag. Man scent, liniment, damp earth.