#longing

There’s a penis in my penne pasta. It’s my penis, but that doesn’t mean it belongs there.
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— Jarod Kintz

#belonging #belongs #food #pasta #penis

The good news is that there is one kind of food you can never have too much of. The best way to fully recover from a food addiction or body-image problem is to fill up on the Lord. ↗

— Kate Wicker

#catholic #christian #divine-hunger #eating-disoders #food

I belong, and my penis, it be long.
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— Jarod Kintz

#funny #humor #penis #silly #funny

See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek! ↗

— William Shakespeare

#glove #hand-in-glove #longing #love #touch

Perhaps your hunger to belong is always active and intense because you belonged so totally before you came here. This hunger to belong is the echo and reverberation of your invisible heritage. You are from somewhere else, where you were known, embraced and sheltered. This is also the secret root from which all longing grows. Something in you knows, perhaps remembers, that eternal belonging liberates longing into its surest and most potent creativity. This is why your longing is often wiser than your conventional sense of appropriateness, safety and truth... Your longing desires to take you towards the absolute realization of all the possibilities that sleep in the clay of your heart; it knows your eternal potential, and it will not rest until it is awakened. ↗

— John O'Donohue

#longing #inspirational

Would that thy love, beloved, had less trust in me, that it might be more anxious! ↗

— Héloïse d'Argenteuil

#desire #fear #jealousy #longing #love

Her face felt like it was scattered in pieces and she could not keep it straight. The feeling was a whole lot worse than being hungry for any dinner, yet it was like that. I want--I want--I want--was all that she could think about--but just what this real want was she did no know. ↗

— Carson McCullers

#discontentment #humanity #improvement #life #longing

I've always tried to make a home for myself, but I have not felt at home in myself. I've worked hard at being the hero of my own life. But every time I checked the register of displaced persons, I was still on it. I didn't know how to belong. Longing? Yes. Belonging? No. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#displaced #hero #longing #life

Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star. It's dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn't even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#love #love

I miss you. I miss you. I miss you, I miss you. Be ready, because when I see you, I'll never let you go again. ↗

— Veronica Rossi

#love #never-let-go #love