“His hands tightened on her shoulders as the truth washed over him. My God, she really had told him yes. He opened… — Carolyn Jewel Copy Share Image
For, as has been indicated from the innate experience as well as from the longings within, a home - home - with… — Edgar Cayce Copy Share Image
When his eyes gazed upon her, he thought of Mona Lisa. All these suitors going by looking at beautiful objects until they… — Joseph Carlson Copy Share Image
“Gone as usual in the morning, and me left behind and naked, inner thighs lightly scaled with the dried spoor of our… — Kathe Koja Copy Share Image
I've always been doing stuff, being creative. But I got to the point where I starting to feel this longing, craving, itchy… — Neneh Cherry Copy Share Image
“I yearned for love, I prayed that love Would soften a way to my heart. To turn the sun where the shadows… — Juke Blue Copy Share Image
“Why am I getting so worked up over this? Because I like him and I feel like he’s telling me, in code,… — Kristin Rae Copy Share Image
artists try to say things that can't be said. in a fragile net of words, gestures, or colors, we hope to capture… — Alan Alda Copy Share Image
“Dreadful will be the day when the world becomes contented, when one great universal satisfaction spreads itself over the world. Sad will… — Phillips Brooks Copy Share Image
I'm interested in stories which insist on a dog fails-to-eat-dog kind of world. I hate misanthropy, want to believe that there's a… — Anthony Minghella Copy Share Image
“In the end, the train stood 2 hours motionless in the middle of nowhere. Every minute seemed like an eternity. Time felt… — Makoto Shinkai Copy Share Image
“They should not clench their fists, it’s my longing that’s drawing me near to them; they should not stand there full of… — Robert Walser Copy Share Image
Contrapasso; the fortune teller spends eternity in Hell with his head facing backward; the lovers, obsessed by their lust, are forced to… — Margaret Orlenda Parangosky Copy Share Image
The history of the American Negro is the history of this strife, -- this longing to attain self-conscious manhood, to merge his… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Sitting cross-legged on her bed, I watch her take out her gear. She’s been smoking so much the room stinks of it.… — Christine Lewry Copy Share Image
Admit it, He insists. I was right. No. I sniff. You were wrong. sniff. I'm just crying-sniff- cause I'm so happy. My… — Tera Lynn Childs Copy Share Image
“For, after all, you do grow up, you do outgrow your ideals, which turn to dust and ashes, which are shattered into… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
My life is like an autumn leaf I lie around unclaimed. The breeze blows me around, To be trampled under the feet… — Anonymous 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
“The devil puts before us every sort of thing we could want or desire. Our longing is pulled away from the things… — Bryan Wolfmueller Copy Share Image
“But if we look a little deeper we shall find there is a pathetic, one might almost say a tragic, side to… — Jerome K. Jerome Copy Share Image
But often, in the world’s most crowded streets, But often, in the din of strife, There rises an unspeakable desire After the… — Matthew Arnold Copy Share Image
“If only I could be here alone, without Judith or anyone, she thought with longing. Someday I am going to come back… — Elizabeth George Speare Copy Share Image
What is becoming more interesting than the myths themselves has been the study of how the myths were constructed from sparse or… — Arthur C. Clarke Copy Share Image
In a nation that was proud of hard work, strong families, close-knit communities, and our faith in God, too many of us… — Jimmy Carter Copy Share Image
“I wondered if this longing in a three-year-old had sparked what came at eight. That fuzzy feeling of difference, that her crushes… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
“THE INVITATION by Oriah Mountain Dreamer It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you… — Oriah Mountain Dreamer Copy Share Image
Every natural longing has its natural satisfaction. If we thirst, God has created liquids to gratify thirst. If we are susceptible of… — Frederick William Robertson Copy Share Image
It is a time when one’s spirit is subdued and sad, one knows not why; when the past seems a storm-swept desolation,… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
Our holiday food splurge was a small crate of tangerines, which we found ridiculously thrilling after an eight-month abstinence from citrus… Lily… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Forget about enlightenment. Sit down wherever you are and listen to the wind that is singing in your veins. Feel the love,… — John Welwood Copy Share Image
She was still under the spell of her infatuation. She had tried to forget him, realizing the inutility of remembering. But the… — Kate Chopin Copy Share Image
Solitude is the profoundest fact of the human condition. Man is the only being who knows he is alone, and the only… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
Toska - noun /ˈtō-skə/ - Russian word roughly translated as sadness, melancholia, lugubriousness. "No single word in English renders all the shades… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
A great dread fell on him, as if he was awaiting the pronouncement of some doom that he had long foreseen and… — Anonymous 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
To a greater or lesser extent there goes on in every person a struggle between two forces: the longing for privacy and… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Finding the Father My friend, this body offers to carry us for nothing– as the ocean carries logs. So on some days… — Robert Bly Copy Share Image
People associate long hair with drug use. I wish people associated long hair with something other than drug use, like an extreme… — Mitch Hedberg Copy Share Image
He and his wife loved each other and brought each other daily pain. Everything else he was doing in his life, even… — Jonathan Franzen Copy Share Image
