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Longing Quotes - Page 8

Longing is all that lasts.

Longing is all that lasts.

Jennifer Stone (1992). “Telegraph Avenue then”, Regent Pr

All that produces longing in the heart deprives it of its freedom.

"The Sufi Message of Hazrat Inayat Khan: The Sufi Teachings".

The will to truth is merely the longing for a stable world.

Friedrich Nietzsche “Delphi Complete Works of Friedrich Nietzsche (Illustrated): Friedrich Nietzsche”, Delphi Classics

Paired opposites define your longings and those longings imprison you.

Frank Herbert (1987). “Chapterhouse: Dune”, p.393, Penguin

Longing, the hope for fulfillment, is the one unwavering passion of the world's commerce.

E.L. Doctorow (2011). “Jack London, Hemingway, and the Constitution:: Selected Essays, 1977-1992”, p.34, Random House

We have no hope and yet we live in longing.

Dante Alighieri (1982). “The divine comedy of Dante Alighieri: a verse translation”

Envy is a sign of insecurity, yes; but so is longing to be envied.

Criss Jami (2016). “Healology”, p.33, Criss Jami

Tired of myself longing for what I have not

Samuel Richardson (1863). “Clarissa Or The History of a Young Lady : Comprehending the Most Important Concerns of Private Life; and Particularly Shewing the Distresses that May Attend the Misconduct Both of Parents and Children, in Relation to Marriage”, p.38

I'll always be a boulevardier. I have an extreme reverence and romantic longing for all that is decrepit and fatalistic.

"Rufus Wainwright: Baroque Pop Idol". Mother Jones Interview, www.motherjones.com. May 14, 2007.

The Lady has always moved to the next town and you stumble on after Her.

Robert Creeley (1982). “The Collected Poems of Robert Creeley, 1945-1975”, p.200, Univ of California Press

My heart is sair-I dare na tell, My heart is sair for Somebody.

Robert Burns, Josiah Walker (1811). “Poems”, p.154

Many grievers experience intense yearning or longing after a death - more than they experience, say, denial.

"Ask the Author Live: Meghan O'Rourke on Grief". Live chat, www.newyorker.com. March 2, 2011.