There Is An Immense, Painful Longing For A Broader, More Flexible, Fuller, More Coherent, More Comprehensive Account Of What We Human Beings Are, Who We Are And What This Life Is For.
There Is Not A Heart But Has Its Moments Of Longing, Yearning For Something Better; Nobler; Holier Than It Knows Now.
A Book Is Good Company. It Is Full Of Conversation Without Loquacity. It Comes To Your Longing With Full Instruction, But Pursues You Never.
If We Didn't Want Anything, We Would Never Get Anything, Good Or Bad. I Think Our Longings Are Natural, And If We Act As Nature Prompts Us We Can't Go Far Wrong.
Entirety Exists Within Me As Exuberance In Empty Longing In The Desire To Burn With Desire.
My Longing To Improve My Looks Via The Body Shop Is Being Replaced By My Longing To Improve My Looks Via Photoshop.
We Do Not Attach Ourselves Lastingly To Anything That Has Not Cost Us Care, Labor Or Longing.
