Quotes About Longing

Oh, to be in England Now that April's there.

As cold waters to a thirsty soul, so is good news from a far country.

The night is dark, and I am far from home.

All my possessions for a moment of time.

Millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.

The apples on the other side of the wall are the sweetest.

Man's heart is never satisfied; the snake would swallow the elephant.

When every blessed thing you have is made of silver, or of gold, you long for simple pewter.

To most of us the real life is the life we do not lead.

We are under the spell always of what is distant from us. It is not in our nature to desire passionately what is near at hand.

In Rome you long for the country. In the country you praise to the skies the distant town.

There are three wants which can never be satisfied: that of the rich, who want something more; that of the sick, who want something different; and that of the traveler, who says, "Anywhere but here."

A child on a farm sees a plane fly overhead and dreams of a faraway place. A traveler on the plane sees the farmhouse and dreams of home.

The want of a thing is perplexing enough, but the possession of it is intolerable.

Oh has thou forgotten how soon we must sever? Oh hast thou forgotten this day we must part? It may be for years and it may be forever; Oh why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart?

In my sex fantasy, nobody ever loves me for my mind.

0 God! Put back Thy universe and give me yesterday.

Fly the pleasure that bites tomorrow.

Follow pleasure, and then will pleasure flee, Flee pleasure, and pleasure will follow thee.

A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a homesickness or alovesickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

The pure, the beautiful, the bright, That stirred our hearts in youth, The impulse to a wordless prayer, The dreams of love and truth, The longings after something lost, The spirit's yearning cry, The strivings after better hopes, These things can never die.

Go, little letter, apace, apace, Fly; Fly to the light in the valley below - Tell my wish to her dewy blue eye.

Prayer is the soul's sincere desire.

Every time I look at you I get a fierce desire to be lonesome.