#longing

I'd rather do something than read about it." "That's fine, but if you do it, and then can't think what it means, it's never much of a memory. Life has more to so with memories of the past and longings for the future than it ever does with *right now*." -pg 138-9 ↗

— Dean Hughes

#longing #memory #life

I couldn't take my eyes off him. Like a desert wanderer afraid of mirages, I gazed at my oasis, but he was real. ↗

— Laura Whitcomb

#love #love

Do you think that the people of South Africa, or anywhere on the continent of Africa, or India, or Pakistan are longing to be kicked around all over again? ↗

— Arundhati Roy

#again #anywhere #around #continent #india

Imagination doesn't always make you long for what you cannot have, but rather thrive in what you do not have. ↗

— Criss Jami

#brain #cognition #content #contentment #creativity

Vulnerability is the birthplace of love, belonging, joy, courage, empathy, and creativity. It is the source of hope, empathy, accountability, and authenticity. If we want greater clarity in our purpose or deeper and more meaningful spiritual lives, vulnerability is the path. ↗

— Brené Brown

#authenticity #belonging #courage #creativity #empathy

I wonder if ever again Americans can have that experience of returning to a home place so intimately known, profoundly felt, deeply loved, and absolutely submitted to? It is not quite true that you can't go home again. I have done it, coming back here. But it gets less likely. We have had too many divorces, we have consumed too much transportation, we have lived too shallowly in too many places. ↗

— Wallace Stegner

#depth #familiarity #home #intimacy #shallowness

Robin told only a little of her life, but she kept repeating in one way or another her wish for a home, as if she were afraid she would be lost again, as if she were aware, without conscious knowledge, that she belonged to Nora, and that if Nora did not make it permanent by her own strength, she would forget. ↗

— Djuna Barnes

#home

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 Banville

#languor #longing #memories #imagination

Wanting him to come back before anyone notices part of the world has not moved since he left. ↗

— Brian Andreas

#longing #love #relationships #story-people #life