Quotes About Longing

If it doesn't take your breath away, make a bigger wish.

Don't wish. Don't Start. Wishing only wounds the heart.

People like the way dreams have of sticking to the soul.

And when the woman that you wanted goes, You can say to yourself, "Well, I give what I give." But the woman who won't wait for you knows That, however you live, There's a part of you always standing by, Mapping out the sky, Finishing a hat . . .

I remember days Or at least I try But as years go by They're sort of haze And the bluest ink Isn't really sky And at times I think I would gladly die For a day of sky

I'm waiting.... For something new and strange, Something I've dreamt about in some deep sleep, Truer than any waking.

You have taken my heart from me, sea-born eyes. You have taken it, yes, but I do not know. There are too many roads where I must go. There are too many beds where I have slept For a night unweeping, to quit unwept, And it needs a king to marry the sea.

I think there are always compensations. The trouble is we do not recognize them. We usually are so busily longing for things we can't have that we overlook what we have in their place, that is even more worth while. Sometimes we realize our happiness only by comparison after we have lost it. It really appears to be true that, To appreciate Heaven well A man must have some 15 minutes of Hell. Laura Ingalls Wilder; The Farm Home (13) , November 20, 1919

Jesus will upset every apple cart, every temple table, every surface response, every false motivation and every private longing we ignore in our hearts. The ways of Jesus will make us examine every area of our lives.

When you can live forever what do you live for?

You're not asleep, and you're not dead. I'm here, and I love you. I have always loved you, and I will always love you. I was thinking of you, seeing your face in my mind, every second that I was away. When I told you that I didn't want you, it was the very blackest kind of blasphemy.

I honestly have no idea how to live without you.

Dream happy dreams. You are the only one who has ever touched my heart. It will always be yours. Sleep,my only love.

You know I love you right?" I know," he breathed, his arm tightening automatically around my waist. You know how much I wish it was enough.

I don't have the strength to stay away from you anymore

Isn't there something you want to tell me, something filthy and lovely and true

But here's a little secret, between you, me, and the rest of the mall: buying shit isn't enough. What we wish for in our secret hearts is self-expression, the chance to reveal ourselves and to be loved for this revelation, devoured by love. And thus, most of us go about our duties of commerce and leisure in a state of perpetual longing, with nocturnal excursions into the province of despair.

1939. Love rages. It cries out from you, seething and red; I come back for more and more.

What chord did she pluck in my soul that girl with the golden necklace & ivory breasts whose body ignited the river: she who rose like the moon from her bathing & brushed back the ebony hair that fell to her waist & walked off into the twilight dark— O my soul, what chord did she pluck that I am still trembling.

How is it possible to miss a woman whom you kept at a distance, so that when she was gone you would not miss her?

Don't desire anything except the end of desire.

Desire is like a fertilized cell that forever splits and multiplies and never reaches a final form only disperses and dilutes your mind and takes you even further away from the source.

Discontent is caused by not having what you think you want.

Immortality teases and frustrates man's imagination.