Quotes About Yearning

I should have liked to have had him beside me in a glass coffin, so that I could watch him all the time and he would not have been able to get away from me.

I did love her. I've loved her from the first time I saw her.

If this were a different time, a different place, I would take you to bed with me and make love to you for days.

most of the time we settle for half and i like it better, even as i know how wrong he was and his death useless, i tremble for i confess that something peversley pure calls to me from his memory

I couldn't look at you and breath at the same time.

More than the sound of my own beating heart, I miss the sound of a ticking clock. Time passes. It must pass.

All I wanted was to be a pea of being inside the green pod of time.

Only see you when I close my eyes. We on borrowed time when I delayed the sunlight.

I was thinking about the first time I ever saw you and how after that I couldn't forget you. I wanted to, but I couldn't stop myself.

She couldn't remember the last time she hugged someone, really hugged someone.

When all else is lost and gone forever, there is yearning. Only desire trumps time.

Something that had the quality of a dimly lit stage set just before the curtains rise on opening night. There was a rhythm to it, a beckoning, and a bittersweet tear in time.

He said to me once that most of the time people use the word love as just another way to show off they're hungry. The way he said it went something like: Glorify their appetites.

Come back, true love! Sweet youth, return!— But time goes on, and will, unheeding, Though hands will reach, and eyes will yearn, And the wild days set true hearts bleeding.

It is possible to wish so greatly for the unattained that in time you believe it has been won - indeed, you can even remember the winning of it.

I wanna go south and get some more. Hey, they say that a stitch in time saves nine, they say I better stop or I'll go blind.

We found out a long time ago that we weren't meant to fall in love with each other. But a part of me still fell in hope with him.

Ah when will this long weary day have end, And lend me leave to come unto my love? How slowly do the hours their numbers spend! How slowly does sad Time his feathers move!

It's been a long time since I asked anything of heaven, and my arms still haven't come down.

Time was passing like a hand waving from a train that I wanted to be on.

I feel like I am in a box of bees when I am in a room with lots of people and I'm just looking for the door. I find myself getting more and more agoraphobic as time goes on.

People fall in love all the time. And it's not always with the right people. And it's not always reciprocated.

Then I'd crawl back into bed, smelling her all around me, and tell myself that next time, I would lock that window. But I never did.

..he wanted her. And at another time, as another man, he would have her. Without hesitation. As lover. . . as more.