“ The Day is Done The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
William Graebner's brilliant analysis of America's struggles over the meaning of Patty Hearst gives us not only new perspectives on the 1970s,… — Beth Bailey Copy Share Image
The stream of passing years is like a river with people being carried along in the current. Some are swept along, protesting,… — Laura Ingalls Wilder Copy Share Image
My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth preserve the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I suffer from chronic nostalgia. Looking back makes me dizzy, queasy, and I yearn for it, ache for it. I want it… — Jacqueline Simon Gunn Copy Share Image
Feelings of longing seemed to burst from her heart; they ran in all directions, like streams of blood, seeking out paths to… — Sigrid Undset Copy Share Image
“Each in His Own Tongue A fire mist and a planet, A crystal and a cell, A jellyfish and a saurian, And… — William Herbert Carruth Copy Share Image
We know that the adult in a certain sense has an attitude toward life exactly opposite to the attitude of commercials. Commercials… — Robert Bly Copy Share Image
“From birth to death, from Monday to Monday, from morning to evening—all activities are routinized, and prefabricated. How should a man caught… — Erich Fromm Copy Share Image
She looked down again and I was stymied. I sat. Oh, this was enough to make me love her, because I was… — Steve Martin Copy Share Image
We fell silent and all joking ceased. We gazed mutely into each other's eyes and an intense longing for the fullest avowal… — Frederic Chopin Copy Share Image
What, after all, are the world's deepest problems? They are what they always have been, the individual's problemsâthe meaning of life and… — J. I. Packer Copy Share Image
God limits the happiness and pleasure we have now precisely so we might not become attached to this world or dependent upon… — Sam Storms Copy Share Image
Lover's Entwined, Even apart, Fawning, Reaching, Trembling. Fear Absolute, Aspiration Divine, Anticipation Exquisite. Bound, Yet Free. Souls Quivering, Hearts Weeping, Minds Soaring,… — Eric Nickel Copy Share Image
For an entire populace, change, growth, and spontaneity were dangerous. Acting upon a personal desire, whispering a hidden longing, revealing your true… — Adam Johnson Copy Share Image
“I gave way to a wave of home-sickness that almost shames me now when I recollect it. I find it impossible in… — H. V. Morton Copy Share Image
“I love the stillness of the wood; I love the music of the rill: I love the couch in pensive mood Upon… — Lewis Carroll Copy Share Image
Her thoughts ran away to her girlhood with its passionate longing for adventure and she remembered the arms of men that had… — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share Image
Your persistent longing is your persistent voice. But when love grows cold, the heart grows silent. Burning love is the outcry of… — Saint Augustine Copy Share Image
Every unfulfilled aspiration of humanity in the past; all partial representation of perfect character; all sacrifices, nay, even those of idolatry, point… — Frederick William Robertson Copy Share Image
“Or are "being" and "having" thoroughly inaccurate verbs in the twisted skein of desire, where having someone's body to touch and being… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“I ache to hear her tell me she loves me, but forcing her to put words to how she feels pushes her… — C.J. Redwine Copy Share Image
In these times - where social appearance is more important than spiritual substance - what has become our longing to change is… — Guy Finley Copy Share Image
We all have families who are longing for peace in the world and an end to the suffering caused by poverty, disease,… — John Conyers Copy Share Image
“Nobody really knew anything. People lived; they went here and there about the earth and rode through forests; so much seemed to… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
What a rare joy it is to linger in the lucid, transcendent worlds of Jennifer Maier's poems. In taut, precise language and… — Rick Hilles Copy Share Image
And when you were a silent word upon Life's quivering lips, I too was there, another silent word. Then life uttered us… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“…suffering can be a work of art. It can be made of buried and rising things, helpless and undiscovered, song of frustrated… — Lydia Millet Copy Share Image
If I cry will you ever wipe away my tears, if I become weak will you still be there to keep me… — Usman Ismaheel Copy Share Image
“It was always with her now, that sadness, like one of those rare orchids you saw clinging to jungle branches on TV,… — Michael Knight Copy Share Image
“I had never thought about it, but summer was Dill by the fishpool smoking string, Dill's eyes alive with complicated plans to… — Harper Lee Copy Share Image
He [Wilhelm Reich] believed that the individual's walk, stance, and breath patterns revealed a specific character type. Reich thought chronic muscular tension… — Judith Lynne Hanna Copy Share Image
“He was angles and darkness, her opposite - a moon-creature to her sun, a slicing shadow to her glow. But that was… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
“Through creativity, we are seamlessly connected and sustained as we pull back the veil, revealing beneath our differences and distinctive characteristics, human… — Brian Bowers Copy Share Image
Father, let me be weak that I might loose my clutch on everything temporal. My life, my reputation, my possessions, Lord, let… — Jim Elliot Copy Share Image
“Year after year of dirty snow and bitter winds… houses and whole districts of people who aren’t really unhappy, but worse, who… — Eugène Ionesco Copy Share Image
We are all strangers in a strange land, longing for home, but not quite knowing what or where home is. We glimpse… — Madeleine L'Engle Copy Share Image
“I am vulnerability under scarred skin. Numbness crawling behind wine soaked lips. A cocoon of grief battling a chest full of hushed… — Alfa H Copy Share Image
That adolescent me, the girl who was, as I remember her, insecure, unsure, dreaming, yearning, longing, that girl who was hard on… — Norma Fox Mazer Copy Share Image
Something went klunk. Like a nickel dropping in a soda machine. One of those small insights that explains everything. This was puberty… — David Gerrold Copy Share Image
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