“In the midst of this overwhelming sunset, the image of Hatsumi flashed into my mind, and in that moment I understood what… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
And because he felt like he might burst open and because he lacked the dexterity in English to say all that he… — Jess Walter Copy Share Image
That powers my desire to write: the sense of how quickly everything on the surface of life can be cut away and… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
“Why, then, does the man in love hang with complete abandon on the eyes of his chosen one, and is ready to… — Arthur Schopenhauer Copy Share Image
“What innumerable follies laid waste my waking and sleeping thoughts after that evening! I wished to annihilate the tedious intervening days. I… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“At moments when Herman fantasized about a new metaphysics, or even a new religion, he based everything on the attraction of the… — Isaac Bashevis Singer Copy Share Image
The idea [of therapy] isn't to give people answers, or lead their bark of longing into a safe, dull, protected harbor, but… — John O'Donohue Copy Share Image
The course of our lives follows ancient and immutable laws, with an ancient, changeless rhythm. Dreams never come true, and the instant… — Natalia Ginzburg Copy Share Image
... We must remember that there's more than one story and plot in every novel. There are at least as many stories… — Walter Mosley Copy Share Image
One of the interesting things about "outsidership" is that underneath it there's a longing to belong. I just wish the thing I… — George Carlin Copy Share Image
Gluttony should be destroyed by self-control; unchastity by desire for God and longing for the blessings held in store; avarice by compassion… — John of Damascus Copy Share Image
“ When Your Life Looks Back, When your life looks back-- As it will, at itself, at you--what will it say? Inch… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
“Don't get entangled With what you long for or dislike. Not seeing what you long for is suffering; So also is seeing… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“I need to move around a bit. To shuffle my surroundings. To wake up in cities I don't know my way around… — Beau Taplin Copy Share Image
We all start out with the same alphabet. We are all unique. Talent is not the most important thing --- discipline and… — Robert Cormier Copy Share Image
Vain vision! when the changing world each day Sees some such lordly pleasance pass away; When the mere stripling knows my symbols… — Ruth Pitter Copy Share Image
For the air of lonely men surrounded him now, a still atmosphere in which the world around him slipped away, leaving him… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
“The Snow Cricket Just beyond the leaves and the white faces Of the lilies, I saw the wings Of the green snow… — Mary Oliver poet Copy Share Image
We treat desire as a problem to be solved, address what desire is for and focus on that something and how to… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
There is a quiet light that shines in every heart. It draws no attention to itself though it is always secretly there.… — John O'Donohue Copy Share Image
“I look. There it is. I feel it. The insistent pull to the heart that the hawk brings, that very old longing… — Helen MacDonald Copy Share Image
“When she finally grew still, a taut silence settled over them. From the corner of his eye he could see her worrying… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“I did not know I was on a search for passionate aliveness. I only knew I was lonely and lost and that… — Anne Hillman Copy Share Image
Ontologically, chocolate raises profoundly disturbing questions: Does not chocolate offer natural revelation of the goodness of the Creator just as chilies disclose… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The collaboration which sometimes follows is seldom based on good will: usually on desire, rage, fear, pity or longing. The modern illusion… — John Berger Copy Share Image
This week, the world gathers in Beijing for the 2008 Olympic games. This is the extraordinary moment China has been dreaming of… — Ai Weiwei Copy Share Image
“She hears the word bell, or orchard, or swallow, and she experiences a strange surprise, like the feel of a coin in… — Sarah Shun-lien Bynum Copy Share Image
No one can actually define love, but you attempt to, and the closest you can get is longing. And that itself has… — Robert Zemeckis Copy Share Image
Glad and merry and sweet is the blessed and lovely demeanour of our Lord towards our souls, for he saw us always… — Julian of Norwich Copy Share Image
“She had tried to forget him, realizing the inutility of remembering. But the thought of him was like an obsession, ever pressing… — Kate Chopin Copy Share Image
From the tower battlements, Dustfinger looked down on a lake as black as night, where the reflection of the castle swam in… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
History overflows time. Love overflows the allowance of the world. All the vessels overflow, and no end or limit stays put. Every… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
The longing of the mind is to be extraordinary. The ego thirsts and hungers for the recognition that you are somebody. Somebody… — Rajneesh Copy Share Image
“I don’t want to go through this. I don’t want to be without her. I don’t want to miss her like I… — Laurelin Paige Copy Share Image
I am the man you've needed all you life. I can give you whatever you wish before you even realize you are… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I don't deliberately look for something dark or bleak or disconnected, in fact that's not something I'm even conscious of in the… — Gregory Crewdson Copy Share Image
If writing is language and language is desire and longing and suffering . . . then why when we write, when we… — Carole Maso Copy Share Image
I had a longing for ritual, something I could cling to, a routine to make me feel well and contented. I hoped… — Jack Dee Copy Share Image
“Bygones" The weatherman says heavy rain, instead it dribbles like an old man unable to urinate. In the small orbit of the… — Robert Karaszi Copy Share Image
There has never been a time in which I have been convinced from within myself that I am alive. You see, I… — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image