Quotes About Yearning

The beginning of love is a horror of emptiness.

Woman is born for love, and it is impossible to turn her from seeking it.

Love must wait; it must break one's bones.

It is necessary to fall in love... if only to provide an alibi for all the random despair you are going to feel anyway.

and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.

I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.

All these words are just a front. What I would really like to do is chain you to my body, then sing for days & days & days.

The presence of many does not and cannot replace the absence of one. That is love.

Desire, even in its wildest tantrums, can neither persuade me it is love nor stop me from wishing it were.

I did not love you out or boredom or loneliness or caprice. I loved you because the desire for you was stronger than any happiness.

Pray to God: It's all right if you don't love me, but please let me love you!

Don't look for Love, look for the one looking for Love.

The soul must long for God in order to be set aflame by God's love; but if the soul cannot yet feel the longing, then it must long for the longing. To long for the longing is also from God.

I just wish they'd put a new word in the dictionary bigger than love because love just doesn't describe what I feel.

Incredible nervous state, trepidation beyond words: to be this much in love is to be sick (and I love to be sick).

Love, how many roads to obtain a kiss.

Like a moth to a flame we become helpless to the beautiful ghosts that true love sheds.

You must be filled with expectancy. You must be awash in hope. You must wonder who will love you, whom you will love next.

one more creature dizzy with love

I know that each one of us travels to love alone, alone to faith and to death. I know it. I've tried it. It doesn't help. Let me come with you.

Love is a disease which fills you with a desire to be desired.... - Comte de Toulouse

She missed him the days when some pretext served to take him away from her, just as one misses the sun on a cloudy day without having thought much about the sun when it was shining.

A mighty pain to love it is, And 'tis a pain that pain to miss; But, of all pains, the greatest pain Is to love, but love in vain.

Music is love in search of a word.