Though we dream and hardly know it, longing, like an angel, fosters us, smooths our hair, and brings us strawberries. Marilynne Robinson, Housekeeping: A NovelHenri Cartier-Bresson - Romania, 1975 via UE
"So much of adolescence is an ill-defined dying, and intolerable waiting, a longing for another place and time, another condition." Theodore Roethke.
"I’m not adopted. But that longing and that sense of absence . . . are perhaps other ways of expressing the actualities of my family." Andrea Barett. Marked up manuscript pages at The Paris Review (Yes, there's one from Haruki Murakami).