If there was a God, he'd guide the winds, let them blow for me so that, with a tug of my string,… — Khaled Hosseini Copy Share Image
The lonely wanderer, who watches by the seashore the waves that roll between him and his home, talks of cruel facts, material… — Josiah Royce Copy Share Image
If today's arts love the machine, technology and organization, if they aspire to precision and reject anything vague and dreamy, this implies… — Oskar Schlemmer Copy Share Image
“Dusk" The shadow covers the outer petals The wind makes off with the final gestures of leaves The foreign, now twice-silenced sea… — Alejandra Pizarnik Copy Share Image
I suppose I could say that to be interested in innocence already suggests a remove from innocence, perhaps a longing for something… — Quentin S. Crisp Copy Share Image
Long for happiness, because that's what life truly means, where there is no happiness, there's no peace, and without peace there's no… — Blaze Olamiday Copy Share Image
“Grief was messy. It didn’t have the elegance of longing, the poetry of heartbreak; its wholeness made it solid, its certainty made… — Lara Williams Copy Share Image
“If only they could listen with their hearts & not their minds, maybe then they would understand that often times it's the… — Christine Upton Copy Share Image
“It was, in part, a longing – common enough among the inventors of heroes – to be someone else; to be more… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
“Shaken to the depths of your soul, you know that day and night someone is waiting for you, thinking of you, longing… — Stefan Zweig Copy Share Image
Don't we all look back in longing, those of us who had happy childhoods? Because the greatest loss we ever know is… — Carolyn Hart Copy Share Image
“That they were left with only this--this awkward, prearranged meet-up, this terrible silence--seemed almost more than she could bear, and the unfairness… — Jennifer E. Smith Copy Share Image
We disliked the rigours of existence, the unfulfilled longings, the enshrined injustices of the world, the labyrinths of love, the ignorance of… — Ben Okri Copy Share Image
and i don't just mean that they change you. a lot of people can change you - the first kid who called… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
“You who never arrived in my arms, Beloved, who were lost from the start, I don't even know what songs would please… — rainer maria rilke Copy Share Image
“There, too, she would sit for hours gazing seawards. No tiniest speck of sail that crossed the waters could escape her watchful… — Emilia Francis Strong Dilke Copy Share Image
“I long for you; I who usually longs without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really,… — Franz Kafka 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
“His guitar bore his longing up into the darkness like sparks, a music profound in its objectless desire, beautiful beyond solace or… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
The nonconformist here may be "beat down" by life but still has a beauty in his or her longing for freedom and… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
Thats how you know you love someone, I guess, when you cant experience anything without wishing the other person were there to… — Kaui Hart Hemmings Copy Share Image
Discontent with this world gives such a painful longing to quit it that, if the heart finds comfort, it is solely from… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
To be perpetually longing and impatiently desirous of anything, so that a man cannot abstain from it, is to lose a man's… — Jeremy Taylor Copy Share Image
“She was sure no one had ever been more in love than they were in those weeks, consumed by such longing, wanting… — Catherine Lacey Copy Share Image
I've written a number of songs over the years and it's a big part of my life, this sort of tension between… — James Taylor Copy Share Image
My longings, my hopes, my dreams, and my every effort has been to live for Him who rescued me, to study for… — Ravi Zacharias Copy Share Image
“It was the feeling of not belonging, and longing for your familiar couch and your familiar TV with all those comforting TV… — Deb Caletti Copy Share Image
Why is nostalgia such a bad thing? Nostalgia is a longing to return. If you really loved where you came from, if,… — Melissa Holbrook Pierson Copy Share Image
“But here’s the dilemma: Why is “how-to” so alluring when, truthfully, we already know “how to” yet we’re still standing in the… — Brené Brown Copy Share Image
Zen Buddhism does not preach. Sermons remain words. It waits until people feel stifled and insecure, driven by a secret longing. — Eugen Herrigel Copy Share Image
Everywhere I go, there are memories of you which turn into thoughts that become tears I cry. I miss you so much… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“And he walked off down the path with his jaunty, independent stride. And I stood there where he left me, tremulous with… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
How do you stop longing for what you absolutely know you can't get? Which really means: How do you absolutely know you… — Leigh Newman Copy Share Image
I never quite dare to believe I'm brave enough to be an artist, but I'm on the side of artists. I think… — Stephen Fry Copy Share Image
But words are vain; reject them all— They utter but a feeble part: Hear thou the depths from which they call, The… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“[…] there come moments when we know we are no more and no less than waves and snowflakes, or than that which… — Robert Walser Copy Share Image
Women have always been the strong ones of the world. The men are always seeking from women a little pillow to put… — Coco Chanel Copy Share Image
And so much of my life has been about returning home and longing for home, wanting my children to know about my… — Sela Ward Copy Share Image
“Except, how do we go on when what was best is behind us? When the longing is not for someone you have… — Binnie Kirshenbaum Copy Share Image
The life of woman is full of woe, Toiling on and on and on, With breaking heart, and tearful eyes, The secret… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image