Our yearning for truth actually comes from truth.

Do not seek after what you yearn for, seek the source of the yearning itself.

Why don't we follow our yearning?

He never wanted to see that look of disppointment in her eyes again, yet he couldn't allow himself to be crushed under his own yearning.

Life is yearning for the adventure of your footsteps.

As he lay there, he was sure that he could still feel the memory of that strange hand cupping the back of his neck; and he couldn't believe how empty his mouth felt, now that it only had his own tongue in it.

that I thought of you—of the air that slippedbetween the strands of your hair, and blue stonesin my hand, before the autumn damasksbloom their last, before these blue stones are lainforgotten as the blossoms of plum treesI could not render in my artless hands

The problem was that the only reality he could see what a nut-brown nymph who could whisper like a song and move like a river of honey.

Yearning is a red-haired girl sitting on the hood of her silver sedan, reading about Marilyn Monroe.

The thing you are passionate about is not random; it stems from an inner yearning. Don’t ignore it or allow others to talk you out of it. Go get it!