Quotes About Longing

Man is troubled by what might be called the Dog Wish, a strange and involved compulsion to be as happy and carefree as a dog

Who longs in solitude to live, Ah! soon his wish will gain: Men hope and love, men get and give, and leave him to his pain.

The essence of man is, discontent, divine discontent; a sort of love without a beloved, the ache we feel in a member we no longer have.

The heart of man is restless until he finds rest in Thee.

Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?

Man never has what he wants, because what he wants is everything.

The love of indulgence is rooted in the depths of a man's heart. His soul would prefer to share the excessive and unrestrained; but his soul cannot love.

Man wants three things; life, knowledge, and love.

Man is a perpetually wanting animal.

A craving for freedom and independence is generated only in a man still living on hope.

Nothing moves a woman so deeply as the boyhood of the man she loves.

I'm at a loss because I am in love with a man who is standing before me with no memories of me at all. (Time Traveler's Wife)

The soul of man is infinite in what it covets.

Description of man: dependence, longing for independence, need.

I feel like a drunken man who doesn't have a drink.

For time is the longest distance between two places.

A prayer for the wild at heart kept in cages.

Don't you just love those long rainy afternoons in New Orleans when an hour isn't just an hour - but a little piece of eternity dropped into your hands - and who knows what to do with it?

Where were you when my heart was breaking? Will you scream out my name when I am dead and gone?

What?" "To stop. That I didn't want to talk to him. That I wanted him to

To me you are stardust sprinkled across a night sky, forever in my dreams, but out of my reach.

He buried his hands in the rich velvet of her hair. "I thought I'd die for wanting you.

How could I have let you do any of those things when I've never even seen your face? When I don't even know your name?" "That may be true," he said quietly, "but for just a moment there, I would have sworn you knew my heart.

O my God, what must a soul be like when it is in this state! It longs to be all one tongue with which to praise the Lord. It utters a thousand pious follies, in a continuous endeavor to please Him who thus possesses it.