Human beings, in point of fact, are lonely by nature, and one should feel sorry for them and love them and mourn… — Halldór Laxness 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
“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
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
“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
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
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
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
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
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
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
“But the longing within him had grown even greater, the overpowering need to be alone. Locked in an empty room, entirely unwitnessed,… — Philip K. Dick Copy Share Image
“... deep inside you was a frantic longing to be something or someone other than you are. It is the greatest scourge… — Sándor Márai Copy Share Image
Caught between the longing for love, and the struggle for the legal tender, where the sirens sing and the church bells ring,… — Jackson Browne Copy Share Image
“The lamplight was warm and the apartment still and snug. At home in bed, in my private abyss of longing, the scenes… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
“My ears hear what others cannot hear; small faraway things people cannot normally see are visible to me. These senses are the… — India Stoker Copy Share Image
The sense that in this universe we are treated as strangers, the longing to be acknowledged, to meet with some response, to… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“The longing provoked by the brochure was an example , at once touching and pathetic, of how projects (and even whole lives)… — Alain de Botton Copy Share Image
Love is anticipation and memory, uncertainty and longing. It’s unreasonable, of course. Nothing begins with so much excitement and hope and pleasure… — John Dufresne Copy Share Image
You’ll never really know how much you meant to me. My heart will be with you until the end just wait and… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“As we lifted off, China growing ever more distant from the window-seat, the endless ocean opening up before us, I was torn… — Megan Rich Copy Share Image
“One evening he was in his room, his brow pressing hard against the pane, looking, without seeing them, at the chestnut trees… — Théophile Gautier Copy Share Image
“The last clear thought I have is of my grandmother’s rust-colored wall clock ticking away in the darkness of my apartment—my sanctuary… — J. Tonzelli Copy Share Image
“A line from The Picture of Dorian Gray kept running through my head- a line which, I thought, might have been written… — Syrie James Copy Share Image
“The reins of our life are in the hands of the future. Man always lives today in the hope of tomorrow. And… — Osho Copy Share Image
So it persists, for many of us, hunger channeled into some internal circuitry of longing, routed this way and that, emerging in… — Caroline Knapp Copy Share Image
Now from his breast into the eyes the ache of longing mounted, and he wept at last, his dear wife, clear and… — Homer Copy Share Image
I hated the mountains and the hills, the rivers and the rain. I hated the sunsets of whatever colour, I hated its… — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
“Realizing its inescapable nature, we can see heartbreak not as the end of the road or the cessation of hope but as… — David Whyte Copy Share Image
“And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, Speak to us of Children. And he said: Your children are… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
The bible never belittles disappointment, but it does add one key word: temporary - What we feel now, we will not always… — Philip Yancey Copy Share Image
It seemed as though he gave way all at once; he was so languid that he could not control his thoughts; they… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
In order to educate man to a new longing, everyday familiar objects must be shown to him with totally unexpected perspectives and… — Alexander Rodchenko Copy Share Image
Industrial societies turn their citizens into image-junkies; it is the most irresistible form of mental pollution. Poignant longings for beauty, for an… — Susan Sontag Copy Share Image
“You still long for freedom, my friend, and that longing is your cage. You do not even realize what you are missing,… — James Curcio Copy Share Image
“And you can glance out the window for a moment, distracted by the sound of small kids playing a made-up game in… — DeLillo Don Copy Share Image
...yet, unbeknownst to him, it had been kept alive - and it was only now, in listening to Deet's songs, that he… — Amitav Ghosh Copy Share Image
“She didn’t know that my heart was a sandstorm waiting to open her skin in a desert of cuts. She didn’t know… — Michelle Tea Copy Share Image