The absolute yearning of one human body for another particular body and its indifference to substitutes is one of life's major mysteries.
I am a poor student sitting at the feet of giants, yearning for their wisdom and begging for lessons that might one day make me a complete artist, so that if all goes well, I may one day sit beside them.
At the innermost core of all loneliness is a deep and powerful yearning for union with one's lost self.
There are three ingredients in the good life: learning, earning and yearning.
Many in the world are searching, often intensely, for a source of refreshment that will quench their yearning for meaning and direction in their lives. They crave a cool, satisfying drink of insight and knowledge that will soothe their parched souls.
Every age yearns for a more beautiful world. The deeper the desperation and the depression about the confusing present, the more intense that yearning.
Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.
We ogle plants and animals up close on television, the Internet and in the movies. We may not worship the animals we see, but we still regard them as necessary physical and spiritual companions. Technological nature can't completely satisfy that yearning.
There will always be a desire for something new, fresh and innovative, as well as a yearning and respect for timeless elegance and beauty.
Living in New York City, I am reminded by the Statue of Liberty that the United States of America has always welcomed those yearning to breathe free and seek a better life.