Quotes About Longing

I returned to Afghanistan because I had a deep longing to see for myself how people lived, what they thought of their government, how optimistic they were about the future of their homeland.

You know what makes your heart swift, you know what makes your breath catch your throat, you know what makes your chest tight with anticipation. Go get that!

We were nostalgic for a time that wasn't yet over.

Indy, I have lots of great memories from there, and probably the part of me that doesn't feel quite as longing for it is that there is still a chance that I could do it again. It's not gone.

Take me! Well, not quite take me, love me now, take me eventually

The more the heart is nourished with happiness, the more it is insatiable.

As soon as you stop wanting something you get it. I've found that to be absolutely axiomatic.

Always leave something to wish for; otherwise you will be miserable from your very happiness.

The Secret of Happiness is to admire without desiring. And that is not happiness.

We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

No one is contented in this world, I believe. There is always something left to desire, and the last thing longed for always seems the most necessary to happiness.

Wanting ... is something 'having' cannot cure.

I felt a wish never to leave that room - a wish that dawn might never come, that my present frame of mind might never change.

The happy think a lifetime short, but to the unhappy one night can be an eternity.

We all have a hungry heart, and one of the things we hunger for is happiness.

I have sought happiness through many ages and not found it.

The gratification of desire is not happiness.

Finally, when happiness came knocking on my door, I'd be waiting. I'd open the door and say: "Where have you been? What took you so long? And if you just give me a moment I'll pack and go with you."

Our image of happiness is indissolubly bound up with the image of the past.

Must I thus leave thee, Paradise?-thus leave Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades?

O happiness! our being's end and aim! Good, pleasure, ease, content! whate'er thy name: That something still which prompts the eternal sigh, For which we bear to live, or dare to die.

The thirst after happiness is never extinguished in the heart of man.

Happiness is a fata morgana. the only way to not end up unhappy is to not long for happiness.

Happiness today, I think, is for most people the satisfaction of the eternal suckling: to drink in more this, that, or the other.