The restlessness and the longing, like the longing that is in the whistle of a faraway train. Except that the longing isn't really in the whistle—it is in you.
Flowers, cold from the dew, And autumn's approaching breath, I pluck for the warm, luxuriant braids, Which haven't faded yet. In their nights, fragrantly resinous, Entwined with delightful mystery, They will breathe in her springlike Extraordinary beauty. But in a whirlwind of sound and fire, From her shing head they will flutter And falland before her They will die, faintly fragrant still. And, impelled by faithful longing, My obedient gaze will feast upon them With a reverent hand, Love will gather their rotting remains.
People of this world are deluded. They're always longing for something - always, in a word, seeking.
All was ended now, the hope, and the fear and the sorrow, All the aching of the heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing, All the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience!
Bound in primal longings, we pine to be understood by ourselves.
You are all that you are longing for.
The longing to be holy makes us weep, and we trust tears since they are made of water and come from our body, a double blessing.
My non-co-operation is a token of my earnest longing for real heart co-operation in the place of co-operation falsely so called.
Indy, I have lots of great memories from there, and probably the part of me that doesn't feel quite as longing for it is that there is still a chance that I could do it again. It's not gone.
Things always seem fairer when we look back at them, and it is out of that inaccessible tower of the past that Longing leans and beckons.
The historic period in which we live is a period of reawakening to a commitment of higher values, a reawakening of individual purpose, and a reawakening of the longing to fulfill that purpose in life.
Longing, we say, because desire is full of endless distances.
I've always been in this sort of perpetual state of existential longing. I feel like something's missing.
People are better inside in your head. When you're longing for them, they're perfect.
Prayer is not asking. It is a longing of the soul.
Pity those who seek for shepherds, instead of longing for freedom!
In love longing I listen to the monk's bell. I will never forget you even for an interval short as those between the bell notes.
The nonconformist here may be "beat down" by life but still has a beauty in his or her longing for freedom and for an awakening of the mind.
We all start out with the same alphabet. We are all unique. Talent is not the most important thing --- discipline and dedication are. Craft can be learned but desire and longing are innate. Despite the demands of school and just being young, try to write SOMETHING every day --- a description, a captured emotion, a simile, a metaphor. Read, for crying out loud! A writer must read the way a ball player must go to the ballfield every day to practice. Everything is possible in this world of ours--- and so's publication.
Come to the Word with a spirit of longing with devotion and humble expectation. Be determined to know God.