Longing Quotes - Page 6

You're hungry for the infinite and the infinite is hungry for you.

Truth waits for eyes unclouded by longing.

Those who bless and serve life find a place of belonging and strength, a refuge.

All I ever wanted was to sing to God. He gave me that longing and then made me mute.

It’s Fitzgerald’s thin-but-durable urge to affirm that finally makes Gatsby worthy of being our Great American Novel. Its soaring conclusion tells us that, even though Gatsby dies and the small and corrupt survive, his longing was nonetheless magnificent.

Stop going to church everywhere and start belonging to church somewhere.

And now the question: what do we do with the longing for what can destroy us?

I think there is a longing in everyone for a personal relationship with God.

Could it be in longing we are most ourselves?

Of course there must be the urge, the indefinable longing to get something through into terms of plastic presentation, but results are nearly always unpredictable.

The longing for paradise is paradise itself.

The novel remains for me one of the few forms where we can record man's complexity and the strength and decency of his longings.

She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it.

The tales of Elfland do not stand or fall on their actuality but on their truthfulness, their speaking to the human condition, the longings we all have for the Faerie Other.

Writing is a constant exercise in longing.

There's a somebody I'm longing to see, I hope that he, turns out to be, someone to watch over me.

Down deep in every soul has a hidden longing, impulse, and ambition to do something fine and enduring...If you are willing, great things are possible to you.

There is no inborn longing that shall not be fulfilled. I think that is as certain as the forgiveness of sins.

I love him who loveth his virtue: for virtue is the will to down-going, and an arrow of longing.

I'm afraid many women do choose the wedding over the marriage. It seems a steep price to pay, but it comes from a place of deep, sad longing to be loved and to have it proven that you are of value.

Sadly, the things that we have set out as being worth striving for are not ultimately the things that satisfy human longings. And why not? Because we are practically the ultimate paradox: the finite made for the infinite.

That hunger of the flesh, that longing for ease, that terror of incarceration, that insistence on tribal honour being obeyed: all of that exists, and it exists everywhere.

as females in a patriarchal culture, we were not slaves of love; most of us were and are slaves of longing-- yearning for a master who will set us free and claim us because we cannot claim ourselves

I don't have a vast longing for the stage.

But what are wishes, compared with longings?