I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down Thro' the clear windows of the morning, turn Thine angel eyes upon our western… — William Blake Copy Share Image
“I mean, by such flightiness, something that feels unsatisfied at the center of my life — that makes me shaky, fickle, inquisitive,… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Birthright citizenship in America is part of something larger: The American longing to sever from history, to be a place of new… — Anand Giridharadas Copy Share Image
“You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim of the sky will be the colour of… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
God picks up the reed-flute world and blows. Each note is a need coming through one of us, a passion, a longing… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Maybe love was superstition, a prayer we said to keep the truth of loneliness at bay. I tilted my head back. The… — Leigh Bardugo Copy Share Image
“Last night, lost in spaces between star—bays and lakes of clouds, I tossed and turned looking for you” — john j geddes Copy Share Image
For me, the experience of being in other culture really set up a longing. When I'm traveling, things seem really sharp. You… — Rosecrans Baldwin Copy Share Image
“A person's needs are met, and his appetite subsides. A person's wants are met, and his thirst swells greedily without end.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Kaz snagged her wrist. "Inej." His gloved thumb moved over her pulse, traced the top of the feather tattoo. "If we don't… — Leigh Bardugo Copy Share Image
“Janus found himself drawn to the edge of the rink, staring fixedly at Candace as she approached: grinning, puffing steam, her cheeks… — Chris Lester Copy Share Image
“Lying half-asleep in his embrace, I looked up and saw on his face the same expression I saw on countless lonely faces… — Kien Nguyen Copy Share Image
“The tides rolled up to crash against the shore while we sat feet from one another with the remnants of all we’d… — Katherine McIntyre Copy Share Image
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To the fuki plant, dandelions, and their kind that lie for long patiently under the fallen snow, comes the season of breezy… — Kobayashi Issa Copy Share Image
Scholarship has the same relationship to wisdom as righteousness has to holiness: it is cold and dry, it is loveless and knows… — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share Image
“There I was, Talking to you in the language of sunsets. I wanted to hold that luminous wind in my hair, to… — Monica Laura Rapeanu Copy Share Image
What a sweet reverence is that when a young man deems his mistress a little more than mortal and almost chides himself… — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
“Gavin, I can’t talk to you here. People will call me crazy." My imaginary friend smirked. "But you’re already talking to me."… — Richelle Goodrich Copy Share Image
I felt very awkward and out of place in school. Not popular, not attractive, not special in any way and I was… — Madonna Ciccone Copy Share Image
One day, you are going to wake up and realize how much you care about her, and when that day comes, she… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I keep staring out at this window, hoping that I'll see you arrive. — Jamestown Story Copy Share Image
For time and eternity there have been fathers like Nathan who simply can see no way to have a daughter but to… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
That single thought is enough. The impulse increases to a wish, the wish to a desire, the desire to an uncontrollable longing,… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
