The infinity of this vacancy, the pervasive pain, the longing for some spirit, some lightness, some joy - that's all that is… — Martha Manning Copy Share Image
Like billowing clouds, Like the incessant gurgle of the brook The longing of the spirit can never be stilled. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“I say, I can not identify that thing which is called happiness, that thing whose token is a laugh, or a smile,… — Herman Melville Copy Share Image
