Quotes About Pining

I'M STARVED FOR YOU

On these occasions I read quickly, voraciously, almost skimming, trying to get as much into my head as possible before the next long starvation. If it were eating it would be the gluttony of the famished; if it were sex it would be a swift furtive stand-up in an alley somewhere.

And you have never given me your love.

I feel as though I stand at the foot of an infinitely high staircase, down which some exuberant spirit is flinging tennis ball after tennis ball, eternally, and the one thing I want in the world is a tennis ball.

For all of my life I have needed more.

I was twenty years old and I hungered after something but I did not know what. Not love, I think. Not even a sense of belonging. My hunger was not for anything in the future or even in the present. It was for something past, and I did not know what it was.

the sight of him then broke my heart. But I was used to that feeling—I had it almost every time after I saw him.

absence (of love, comfort, knowing what to do) when we find ourselves in the desert of a particular moment, feeling, situation.

standing quietly by the window still hungry for I don't know what

She had told herself more than once not to call it loneliness, since it wasn't any different from one year to the next, it was just how her body felt, like hungry or tired, except it was always there, always the same.

I can feel every self-defensive instinct waking up. Because here's the thing I need to remember: life is good at the moment. And I'm not about to blight it by pining after a man. I'm not about to hope for impossible things. However well we seemed to work together.

How hungry one's heart gets!

What does it say?" I said, when I had. She said, "It is filled with all the words for how I want you...Look.

The poor morsel of food only whetted desire.

But love brings much happiness - much more so than pining brings pain.

We want more than there is.

I haven't seen her in a while, haven't returned her calls or stopped thinking about her.

You get away from something long enough, you miss it. You get hungry for it.

And when I picture his mind, I hear my name as a shy crystal ping that occurs once, maybe twice, a day and quickly subsides. I just wish he thought about me as much as I do him.

I just wish he thought about me as much as I do him.

My body may never learn not to yearn for that one

Too much down time makes us miss home.

Well, I think it was a very romantic thing to do, anyway . . . And very brave, too. Not many ladies would have the courage to kill themselves for love. Most would prefer to pine away.

She would not live with him day by day, aching for every kind word or chance touch.