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Spirituality is, ultimately, about what we do with that desire. What we do with our longings, both in terms of handling the pain and the hope they bring us, that is our spirituality.

Ronald Rolheiser
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That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.

F. Scott Fitzgerald
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Year after year of dirty snow and bitter winds… houses and whole districts of people who aren’t really unhappy, but worse, who are neither happy nor unhappy; people who are ugly because they’re neither ugly nor beautiful; creatures that are dismally neutral, who long without longings as though they’re unconscious, unconsciously suffering from being alive.

Eugène Ionesco, Rhinoceros / The Chairs / The Lesson
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Come to me in my dreams, and thenBy day I shall be well again!For so the night will more than payThe hopeless longings of the day.

Matthew Arnold, Longing
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The gilded spiralOf longings within.Our very own cathedralThat points persistently to heaven.

Scott Hastie
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One of the deepest longings of the human soul is to be seen.

John O'Donohue
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The correspondence testifies to the frailty of human longings, to the process of how something precious can turn fatal, a reality become illusion. We are reminded that love should be cherished when it comes your way, because no matter in what form it arrives, carrying no matter what baggage in its fragile beautiful hands, you should welcome it and protect it from the harshness of this world.

Karina Szczurek, The Fifth Mrs Brink: A Memoir
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This is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.

F.Scott Fitzgerlad
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My heart almost died within me; miserable longings strained its chords. How long were the September days! How silent, how lifeless!

Charlotte Brontë, Villette
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