You will remember this when all else fades, this moment, here, together, by this well. There will be certain days, and certain nights, you’ll feel my presence near you, hear my voice. You’ll think you have imagined it and yet, inside you, you will catch an answering cry. On April evenings, when the rain has ceased, your heart will shake, you’ll weep for nothing, pine for what’s not there. For you, this life will never be enough, there will forever be an emptiness, where once the god was all in all in you.
John BanvilleMots clés memories longing god-s-love languor
She'd been in love with the man, and love is a scary thing. If not reciprocated, it can turn a person into a monster.
Michele Young-StoneMots clés loneliness desire longing loveless
...my body has become
another country
and I feel like an unemployed
illegal alien
how will I survive
where I do not belong
I belong with you
Mots clés change canada poem longing
I wanted a heaven. And I grew up striving for that world-- an eternal world- that would wash away my temporary misery.
Craig ThompsonMots clés insightful depression longing
All individuals have moral deficiencies, and when introducing these to reality one not only strengthens himself but also the confidence of others in the human exigency for Christ due to a reflection throughout the body of Christ.
Criss JamiMots clés honesty reality confidence christianity communication humility sin reflection unity body need humble longing christ moral oneness individuals brokenness exigence strengthen immoral confronting-problems deficiencies
You can miss a person you've never known.
Jodi PicoultMots clés longing
We all have an old knot in the heart we wish to untie.
Michael OndaatjeMots clés love loss memory longing
When Summer lies upon the world, and in a noon of gold, Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold;
When woodland halls are green and cool, and wind is in the West, Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is best!
Mots clés loss song longing ents entwives
The very people you trusted most could become like strangers in their longing...
Lynne Reid BanksMots clés trust conflict desire longing
We're a lukewarm people for all our feast days and hard work. Not much touches us, but we long to be touched. We lie awake at night willing the darkness to part and show us a vision. Our children frighten us in their intimacy, but we make sure they grow up like us. Lukewarm like us. On a night like this, hands and faces hot, we can believe that tomorrow will show us angels in jars and that the well-known woods will suddenly reveal another path. Last time we had a bonfire, a neighbour tried to pull down the boards of his house. [...] I sometimes wonder why none of us tried to stop him. I think we wanted him to do it, to do it for us. To tear down our long-houred lives and let us start again. Clean and simple with open hands.
Jeanette WintersonMots clés longing
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