I wanted a line in a poem to be the hollow ney of the dervish orchestra whose plaintive wail is a call to God. But all I achieved was awkward shrieking. Not even the pure shriek of a reed in the rain.
People are hungry for something more beautiful, for something greater than people round about can give. There is a great hunger for God in the world today. Everywhere there is much suffering, but there is also great hunger for God and love for each other.
Thirsting desires and longings possessed my soul after perfect holiness. God was so precious to my soul that the world with all its enjoyments appeared vile. I had no more value for the favor of men than for pebbles.
I think there's probably a God-shaped hole in everybody's being. Even if God only exists in people's minds, He's still a force.
Everything smaller than Heaven bores us because only Heaven is bigger than our hearts.
Everyone is possessed with an irresistible desire to know his relationship to the Infinite.
Nothing is more contrary to a heavenly hope than an earthly heart.
There is nothing on earth that can satisfy our deepest longing. We long to see God. The leaves of life are rustling with the rumor that we will - and we won't be satisfied until we do.
There is a desire deep within the soul which drives man from the seen to the unseen, to philosophy and to the divine.
Heavenly citizenship and heavenly homesickness are in prayer. Prayer is an appeal from the lowness, from the emptiness, from the need of earth, to the highness, the fullness and to the all-sufficiency of heaven.
