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
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
“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
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
“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
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
“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
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
“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
“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
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
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
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
... 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
“ 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
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
“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
“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
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
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
“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
“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
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
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
“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
Ordinary men, to whom all things are possible, don't often, if ever, think of Heaven. It is a name, and nothing more,… — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
“We can't stop reading. Compulsively we find ourselves reading significance into dreams (we construct a science upon it); into tea-leaves and the… — Michael Frayn Copy Share Image
“Who am I? They often tell me I would step from my cell's confinement calmly, cheerfully, firmly, like a squire from his… — Dietrich Bonhoeffer Copy Share Image
Suddenly his expression turned to alarm. He sprinted toward us. For a moment I had an absurd vision of myself on the… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
If God really became incarnate, and if His Incarnation can with justice compel man to change his life,then we have no alternative… — Josef Pieper Copy Share Image
“Taggle, meanwhile, made himself popular, killing rats and bringing a rabbit into camp every evening, preening in the praise - silently, thank… — Erin Bow Copy Share Image
“There’s nothing like that feeling of waiting for a guy. It’s the loneliest feeling in the world. Holding that cell phone in… — Hilary Winston Copy Share Image
“I looked out the window at midnight and watched the snow drop slowly to the ground. It was 2004 at last and… — Sara Ellie MacKenzie Copy Share Image
“You do see me crossing the meadow stiff and dead from the mist? I long for that home, that home I've never… — Robert Walser Copy Share Image
“Young Bindo Altovini, looking out from time, made a perfect coalition with the mountains, the sky, and the tall redheaded woman who… — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
Every time I talk about memories between us, I feel myself light up and feel the big smile forming, the one you… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“I looked at him. Then I turned my face away. Beyond my upset I was flooded by a deep happiness, similar to… — Edith Templeton Copy Share Image
Nothing is wrong with you. You're not different. Everybody feels as bad as you do: this is just what writing a novel… — Lev Grossman Copy Share Image
I went on to discover that in its deepest sense, the will is not primarily the faculty of desire for anything known,… — Bernadette Roberts Copy Share Image
“إنني أعتبر الإيمان بهذه الطريقة، مثل البستان فيه ورود مخفية كنت أطوف فيه ذات يومٍ وأستنشق الروائح العطرة التي تعبق منه، لكن… — Elif Shafak Copy Share Image