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Quotes about Longing

It is hard to bear with people who stand still along the way, lose heart, and seek their happiness in little pleasures which they cling to...You feel sad about all that self-indulgence and self-satisfaction, for you know with an indestructible certainty that something greater is coming.
— Henri Nouwen
Nor is it every apple I desire,      Nor that which pleases every palate best; 'T is not the lasting Deuxan I require,      Nor yet the red-cheeked Greening I request, Nor that which first beshrewed the name of wife, Nor that whose beauty caused the golden strife: No, no! bring me an apple from the tree of life.
— Henry David Thoreau
As long as you want anything very much, especially more than you want God, it is an idol.
— AB Simpson
It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want—oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!
— Mark Twain
Do we eagerly long for the coming of Christ? Or do we want him to wait while our love affair with the world runs its course? That is the question that tests the authenticity of faith.
— John Piper
I'm sick and tired of life with no desire. I don't want a flame, I want a fire.
— Matthew West
Be careful not to compromise what you want most for what you want now.
— Zig Ziglar
There's nothing like a good cheating song to make me want to run home to be with my wife.
— Steven Curtis Chapman
I wish I could have known you.
— Steven Curtis Chapman
Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
how could I, fool that I am, go on sitting in my office, or here at home, instead of leaping onto a train with my eyes shut and opening them only when I am with you?
— Elias Canetti
I have no sounds that could serve to soothe me, no violoncello like him, no lament that anyone would recognize as a lament because it sounds subdued, in an inexpressibly tender language. I have only these lines on the yellowish paper and words that are never new, for they keep saying the same thing through an entire life.
— Elias Canetti