longing

And you quote de Tocqueville at the front of your book, “Every American is eaten up with a longing to rise.”

There came into her heart a longing that Ludwell Cary should see the matter truly.

Sometimes it seemed as if she were tugging at her moorings, longing to be off on the long, long cruise.

Since her visit to the Southards the longing to be at home remained with her.

Would she take all this treasured, stored-up love and longing which he was aching to cast at her feet?

Much as she had been longing for his coming, her prayer now was that he should not return until these men were imprisoned.