longing quotes

Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me.

I never expected anyone to take care of me, but in my wildest dreams and juvenile yearnings, I wanted the house with the picket fence from June Allyson movies. I knew that was yearning like one yearns to fly.

We long for an affection altogether ignorant of our faults. Heaven has accorded this to us in the uncritical canine attachment.

I dote on his very absence.

Would that I were a dry well, and that the people tossed stones into me, for that would be easier than to be a spring of flowing water that the thirsty pass by, and from which they avoid drinking.

I used to live with my grandmother. I used to wonder why the other kids in school went home with their mothers and fathers. I wanted to be the guy that got married. I wanted to be the guy with the children and the white picket fence. I never had that.

What I cry out for, like every being, with my whole life and all my earthly passion, is something very different from an equal to cherish: it is a God to adore.

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.

It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them.

I really miss being able to blend in with people.

If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world.

The only length of life that seems to satisfy the longings of the human heart is life everlasting.

Nature has planted in our minds an insatiable longing to see the truth.

Every person has a longing to be significant; to make a contribution; to be a part of something noble and purposeful.

Where ever I am I always find myself looking out the window wishing I was somewhere else.

May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.

Where does discontent start? You are warm enough, but you shiver. You are fed, yet hunger gnaws you. You have been loved, but your yearning wanders in new fields. And to prod all these there’s time, the Bastard Time.