Quotes About Yearning

He might wish and wish and never get it - the beauty and the loving in the world!

Follow love and it will flee, flee love and it will follow thee.

But his kiss was so sweet, and so closely he pressed, that I languished and pined till I granted the rest.

you want the sweetness of our beginning without the bitterness of our struggle - what are you asking - do you want light without shadow? ...

He heard her in his heart - whispering from the mist

that yearning inside you that seeks for fulfillment - does it still burn?...

what is the meaning of La Belle Dame Sans Merci? - have you never been enthralled? enchantment that is unrequited desolates the soul...

this longing inside me that never goes away, must be a poem...must be you ...

my heart rides the wind and my thoughts sail away - to a land below the horizon where I know you hide from me...

I'm the last person to ask about unrequited love - I've run away to the Moon and fled to its valleys...

I will find once again the light of your beauty - your colored windows in the night...

surely by now you must know: It's love; it's love—but will there ever be good news?...

I send my words to you over the ether net like a message in a bottle...

I can't grasp the stars, but I love them – in the same way, I love you...

I looked in the window, wanting to stay - it rained, yet I remained...because you were so lovely...

you ask me why I compare you to stars - it's simple - that's where your goddess has fled...

I don't want what other men see in you- you the you I want is invisible but it is the part of you I really love...

I wish I could tell the tale of your beauty as my rough hands caress your face...

you merely look at me and I want to confess, but don't - I've buried my heart under the floor boards, but you always dig it up...

I keep breaking things - appointments and porcelain, thinking of your lips...

Use your finger to trace the scar upon my chest- I lied - it wasn't a knife wound, but a scrape from a nail sliding under a fence to see you...

does it seem strange in the loneliness of the present time, that I run to you?...

take off your sweater in the darkness and static flares as a tiny lightning storm - I am the same at the end of your fingertips ...

all this time I've been worshiping you - when other men wanted to kiss you, I've been offering the praise of my lips...