Quotes About Longing

I wish for adventure. I wish to matter. I wish for a home.

I stare into the distance, where Tate´s Jeep turns off the road and fades from sight. All of a sudden, my chest feels so tight it hurts-I imagine this is the sensation someone gets when they're underwater for too long and out of breath.

Is that what you would do?" He stared at me and I waited, wondering why his answer mattered so much. "I wouldn't have waited this long for you. I would have already showed up at your dorm the minute you decided I wanted you. I wouldn't leave until I convinced you that you were mine.

Lover? I don't know. I don't know if she loves me. I don't know if I love her. All I can say is, she's the one I think about. All the time. She's the voice I want to hear. She's the face I hope to see.

You can want and want and want, but if he doesn't want you back ... you might as well wish the sky were red.

If we deny the thirst of love, we stand to lose the last known address of the stranger whithin us.

Nothing can be more painful than the cry of the word which gave us the inspiration to dream of love.

I was thirsty, as much as for water as for dying.

Sin is the result of deep and unmet needs.

The whole world yearns after freedom, yet each creature is in love with his chains.

The fire of love or fire of knowledge creates unpleasantness or a sense of longing in the beginning, but it moves on to the blossoming of bliss, the blossoming of fullness.

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

For this queen of colours, the light, bathing all which we behold, wherever I am through the day, gliding by me in varied forms, soothes me when engaged on other things, and not observing it. And so strongly doth it entwine itself, that if it be suddenly withdrawn, it is with longing sought for, and if absent long, saddeneth the mind.

You have made us for yourself, O Lord, and our hearts are restless until they rest in you.

The desire is thy prayers; and if thy desire is without ceasing, thy prayer will also be without ceasing. The continuance of your longing is the continuance of your prayer.

Thou hast made us for Thyself, and the heart never resteth till it findeth rest in Thee.

What is it we buy with this money we desire? Is it something valuable? Is it something lasting? Oh, why do we desire it? Miserable is the rest achieved that costs so dearly.

I head into the front room and catch Schatzi perched on the windowsill, staring out the window like a war bride waiting for her soldier to come home. When she turns to look at me her gaze is downright soulful, and from her mouth dangles a single sunflower-adorned mitten.

If a tear fell from my eyes, Each time I wished you were with me, I would have an ocean shore outside my door.

I sit alone and watch the clock Trying to collect my thoughts All I think about is you And so I cry myself to sleep And hope the devil I don't meet In the dreams that I live through

He wished they could drive all night, that the earth would rotate away from them at such a rate that they would never reach Willow Creek...

The thing that eats the heart is mostly heart.

Hearing from you makes me long for simpler times, but perhaps the attraction of the past is that it is over, and we can make of it what we will.

Do I dare ask him for what I want, As if I knew it, Could find it on some page In some chapter In some book?