#longing

Is there anything better than to be longing for something, when you know it is within reach? ↗

— Greta Garbo

#better #know #longing #reach #something

Outside speech, the association that is made in the memory between words having something in common creates different groups, series, families, within which very diverse relations obtain but belonging to a single category: these are associative relations. ↗

— Ferdinand de Saussure

#belonging #between #category #common #creates

Positive feelings come from being honest about yourself and accepting your personality, and physical characteristics, warts and all; and, from belonging to a family that accepts you without question. ↗

— Willard Scott

#about #accepting #accepts #being #being honest

The desire is thy prayers; and if thy desire is without ceasing, thy prayer will also be without ceasing. The continuance of your longing is the continuance of your prayer. ↗

— Saint Augustine

#ceasing #continuance #desire #longing #prayer

There is a third dimension to traveling, the longing for what is beyond. ↗

— Jan Myrdal

#dimension #longing #third #traveling

Each state, so that it does not abridge the great fundamental rights belonging, under the Constitution, to all citizens, may grant or withhold such civil rights as it pleases; all that is required is that, in this respect, its laws shall be impartial. ↗

— Lyman Trumbull

#citizens #civil #civil rights #constitution #does

What had survived - maybe all that had survived of Trism - was Liir's sense of him. A catalog of impressions that arose from time to time, unbidden and often upsetting. From the sandy smell of his sandy hair to the locked grip of his muscles as they had wrestled in sensuous aggression - unwelcome nostalgia. Trism lived in Liir's heart like a full suit of clothes in a wardrobe, dress habillards maybe, hollow and real at once. The involuntary memory of the best of Trism's glinting virtues sometimes kicked up unquietable spasms of longing. ↗

— Gregory Maguire

#longing #lost-love #love #wicked #love

It isnt for want of something to say-- something to tell you-- something you should know-- but to detain you-- keep you from going-- feeling myself here as long as you are-- as long as you are ↗

— Cid Corman

#love #want #love

But why, she thought wryly, did a man seem more attractive as he became less available? How humbling to think one had so much in common with a cow stretching its neck through a gate for better grass. ↗

— Mary Jo Putney

#love #love

Oh, I wish I lived in a caravan!’ said Jimmy longingly. ‘How lovely it must be to live in a house that has wheels and can go away down the lanes and through the towns, and stand still in fields at night! ↗

— Enid Blyton

#fields #house #longing #towns #wheels