I came to Him because I did not know which way to turn. I remained with Him because there is no other… — Ravi Zacharias Copy Share Image
“How intense can be the longing to escape from the emptiness and dullness of human verbosity, to take refuge in nature, apparently… — Boris Pasternak Copy Share Image
“…The love of his youth Appeared as in a dream And this ageing lover Went mad with love. The youth robbed him… — Hafiz Shirazi Copy Share Image
You, Beloved, who are all the gardens I have ever gazed at, longing. An open window in a country house-- , and… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
“Was the decline and decay of those houses inevitable, absent the political pressure and military conflicts of those times? How do they… — Shamsur Rahman Faruqi Copy Share Image
Have you ever longed for someone so much, so deeply that you thought you would die? That your heart would just stop… — Tracey Emin Copy Share Image
Deep in the soul, below pain, below all the distraction of life, is a silence vast and grand - an infinite ocean… — Richard Maurice Bucke Copy Share Image
I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones… — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
La parole humaine est comme un chaudron fe" le o u' nous battons des me lodies a' faire danser les ours, quand… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“In speaking of this desire for our own far off country, which we find in ourselves even now, I feel a certain… — C.S. Lewis Copy Share Image
“We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The name of my ailment was longing, and it was not cured till I finally went to the department store and counted… — William Christopher Handy Copy Share Image
When religion has said its last word, there is little that we need other than God Himself. The evil habit of seeking… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Listen to the one who has not been wounded, the one who says, 'It is not good that man should be alone.'… — Leonard Cohen Copy Share Image
My soul aches every time I think of you, your thoughts floods my mind every day. I try to forget you but… — Rumi Rahman Copy Share Image
“Love is a fire that burns unseen, a wound that aches yet isn’t felt, an always discontent contentment, a pain that rages… — Luís Vaz de Camões Copy Share Image
A reader is entitled to believe what he or she believes is consonant with the facts of the book. It is not… — Richard Ford 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
“Beyond aspects of pain that are physical, thought Oppenheimer, sickness or injury or privation, beyond the so-called obvious, suffering can be a… — Lydia Millet Copy Share Image
To have a firm foundation as a child of God is something that so many people are longing for and wanting because… — Tim Tebow Copy Share Image
“So through endless twilights I dreamed and waited, though I knew not what I waited for. Then in the shadowy solitude my… — H.P. Lovecraft Copy Share Image
No utopia can ever give satisfaction to everyone, all the time. As their material conditions improve, men raise their sights and become… — Arthur C. Clarke Copy Share Image
It was a Sunday night full of stress, Where all I can think of is to give myself a rest; But afraid… — DArkl0ver Copy Share Image
“I've always tried to make a home for myself, but I have not felt at home in myself. I've worked hard at… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
I loved the quiet places in Kyoto, the places that held the world within a windless moment. Inside the temples, Nature held… — Pico Iyer Copy Share Image
For all his pain, he longed to see the author of it. Although he hated Margaret at times, when he thought of… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
And didn't it always go like that--body parts not lining up the way you wanted them to, all of it a little… — Meg Wolitzer Copy Share Image
Jesus . . . wants us to see that the neighbor next door or the people sitting next to us on a… — Rebecca Pippert Copy Share Image
“He undressed, lay down, put out the light. Two names he whispered into his pillow, the few chaste northern syllables that meant… — Thomas Mann Copy Share Image
Increase and widen your desires till nothing but reality can fulfill them. It is not desire that is wrong, but its narrowness… — Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj Copy Share Image
“When I opened the box, I had to remove myself from whose handwriting it was that I was reading and whose story… — Kara Martinelli 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
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
“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
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
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
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