It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them.
It is a vain thought to flee from the work that God appoints us, for the sake of finding a greater blessing; instead of seeking it where alone it is to be found - in loving obedience.
The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they're gone.