Quotes About Yearning

The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.

Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.

Twice or thrice had I loved thee, Before I knew thy face or name.

True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen.

There is no living with thee, nor without thee.

Love is the irresistible desire to be desired irresistibly.

And then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will yes.

Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists.... When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.

No sooner met but they looked; No sooner looked but they loved; No sooner loved but they sighed; No sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; No sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy.

I love him but he dosen't see that we can be in love for real.

I would not miss your face, your neck, your hands, your limbs, your bosom and certain other of your charms. Indeed, not to become boring by naming them all, I could do without you, Chloe, altogether.

It's so easy, To think about Love, To Talk about Love, To wish for Love, But it's not always easy, To recognize Love, Even when we hold it.... In our hands.

There is not an hour that goes by that I do not think of making love to you.

I really would have liked to love, but I didnt trust myself to allow it.

I want you to want me I need you to need me I'd love you to love me I'm beggin' you to beg me.

Hell is seperation from love.

The one who loves most will be the one who wants most to touch the other.

It was cold, and he was coughing. A fine cold draught blew over the knoll. He thought of the woman. Now he would have given all he had or ever might have to hold her warm in his arms, both of them wrapped in one blanket, and sleep. All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.

I'm awake, but my soul is still sleeping in your heart.

All the little emptiness of love

My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore, but after one such love can love no more.

If you wait, I will come for you...remembering your touch, your kiss, your warm embrace. I'll My find my way back to you. Please say you'll be waiting.

My Hopes are so High that your Kiss might Kill me So wont you Kill me So I die Happy.

I want a love like they have in the movies.