I was looking for something to love, for I was in love with loving, and I hated security and a smooth way, free from snares.
Saint AugustineYour persistent longing is your persistent voice. But when love grows cold, the heart grows silent. Burning love is the outcry of the heart! If you are filled with longing all the time, you will keep crying out, and if your love perseveres, your cry will be heard without fail.
Saint Augustine