Quotes About Longing

Why was the centre of his desire always in a place he had just deserted?

When addicts turn away from the Lord and gaze at the object of their desire, God becomes a distant memory. Since one common belief is that God is going to keep us from something good, we try to distract ourselves from remembering him.

Sin is not rational. It doesn't make sense. It doesn't look into the future. It doesn't consider consequences, especially if they are not immediate. All it knows is "I WANT—I WANT MORE.

The lightness returned. That airless sensation of his body evaporating. Darline and Paris were fading, too. They were becoming distant longings, silhouettes, shadows fading on the ground. There are loves that outlive lovers.

For those we don't see For those who are not here.

Whenever there is someone in a family who has long been ill, and hopelessly ill," he wrote, "there come painful moments when all timidly, secretly, at the bottom of their hearts long for his death.

Her lips drink water but her heart drinks wine.

We turn toward God only to obtain the impossible.

Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time.

The desire for possession is insatiable, to such a point that it can survive even love itself. To love, therefore, is to sterilize the person one loves.

Como eu gostaria de poder tirar fora, como o desdentado que tira a dentadura para depositá-la num copo d'água junto ao leito, tirar meu cérebro para fora de sua caixa, tirar meu coração que bate demais, esse pobre infeliz que cumpre bem demais seu dever, tirar fora meu cérebro e meu coração para mergulhá-los, esses dois pobres milionários, em soluções refrescantes, enquanto eu dormisse como um menininho que nunca mais voltarei a ser.

In light of knowledge attained, the happy achievement seems almost a matter of course, and any intelligent student can grasp it without too much trouble. But the years of anxious searching in the dark, with their intense longing, their alterations of confidence and exhaustion and the final emergence into the light -- only those who have experienced it can understand it

The doubt sensation, also called the yearning sensation, the longing sensation, allows the mind to become more and more aroused without its resting on anything, to the point where pure awareness without content, reflection or desire can spring forth in a burst of light, an explosion of pure being.

Being only a dog, Lad had no way of knowing his vanished deities ever would come back to him. Pitifully he followed the Mistress upstairs and down and everywhere she moved, as she prepared for the departure. He refused to be consoled when she patted him and when she said she and the Master would be back in a few days. His classic head drooped. His plumed tail hung disconsolate. He was the picture of utter misery.

If you love something so much let it go. If it comes back it was meant to be; if it doesn't it never was

Me confesarás que un amor correspondido tiene mil veces más fuerzas para aferrares al corazón que el que vive de suspiros y sin esperanza -Rafael san Luis

No es mejor apagar en un amor fácil la sed del alma, que devora la tranquilidad del espíritu?

Estar a su lado (que creo es, justamente, donde deseo estar) equivale a estar aún más solo.

desire for normality; a longing to adapt to some recognized and general rule; a wish to be like everyone else, from the moment that being different meant being guilty.

Almost all of us long for peace and freedom; but very few of us have much enthusiasm for the thoughts, feelings, and actions that make for peace and freedom.

Dile que los suspiros del mar Humedecen las únicas palabras Por las que vale la pena vivir

Siempre estuve enamorada de gente que no existe y aquí estás vos, hoy…». «Amas en mí a alguien que no existe»,

Tengo miedo y no puedo vivir en este mundo y lo quiero, claro que lo quiero, pero no sé cómo se hace.

Cansada del estruendo mágico de las vocales Cansada de inquirir con los ojos elevados Cansada de la espera del yo de paso Cansada de aquel amor que no sucedió Cansada de mis pies que sólo saben caminar Cansada de la insidiosa fuga de preguntas Cansada de dormir y de no poder mirarme Cansada de abrir la boca y beber el viento Cansada de sostener las mismas vísceras Cansada del mar indiferente a mis angustias