#need

We need never be ashamed of our tears. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#shame #sorrow #tears #need

The irony is that while God doesn’t need us but still wants us, we desperately need God but don’t really want Him most of the time. ↗

— Francis Chan

#god #jesus #needs #pastor #wants

That is the fear: I have lost something important, and I cannot find it, and I need it. It is fear like if someone lost his glasses and went to the glasses store and they told him that the world had run out of glasses and he would just have to do without. ↗

— John Green

#need

You're a bad person, Ellie," he said without a trace of irony. "I'm not bad. The world is bad and I'm just trying to survive in it. ↗

— Karina Halle

#sins-needles #artists

Dimples crinkle up the skin near his lips. I will not look at his lips. How can he never have used those? That’s a crime against humanity right there. ↗

— Carrie Jones

#cute #dimples #need #crime

To quench my longing I bent me low By the streams of the spirits of Peace that flow In that magical wood in the land of sleep. ↗

— Sarojini Naidu

#needs #philosophy-of-life #dreams

Having someone wonder where you are when you don't come home at night is a very old human need. ↗

— Margaret Mead

#human #lonely #need #lonely

We hit and we kept on hitting; we were allowed to be what we were, frightened and vengeful — little animals, clawing at what we needed. ↗

— Justin Torres

#child #children #family #kids #love

How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world. ↗

— Anne Frank

#how #improve #moment #need #nobody

A Wish on the Sun" "I see the world beyond a tiny window that allows a glimpse of Heaven into my life. Those who dwell in that enviable light cannot hear me through the glass that muffles my cries. They do not appear to see my face pressed against this barrier. I watch them live, carefree and smiling. Even when our eyes lock - mine wide and weary - theirs squint beyond notice of me. They can't peer past the glass - the sunlight glaring off its surface. They don't see me. They won't see me. I make a wish on the sun, staring into its fiery brightness, imagining it blinding me to the beauty beyond my reach. Would my hell feel so awful then? The sun, this nearest star, absorbs my deepest wish for the thousandth time. 'Save me! Hold my hand! Pretend to care!' The light is blocked by a figure stepping past my window, and I feel the universe turn its cold shoulder on me. Despair smothers the hope that made my lips move in utterance of a desperate wish. It ebbs and weakens, but it does not die. The flicker of an ember remains, enough to ignite hope again - another time. All storms eventually cease, do they not? Once more, I press my face against the glass to view a glimpse of Heaven lived by the undeserving. I savor the sunlight, the only thing powerful enough to penetrate the window that bars me in hell. The warm rays touch me. I imagine God's fingers caressing my face - and the dying ember of hope suddenly inflames. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#alone #despair #hope #need #richelle