Quotes About Yearning

Words have no language which can utter the secrets of love; and beyond the limits of expression is the expounding of desire.

I'll always want him. Until every sun goes dark in every sky, until I am nothing more than long-forgotten cosmic dust, I will want him. And even then I suspect my particles will long for his.

One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever came to sit by it. Passers-by see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on their way.

She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance, perhaps, or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms, or perhaps something as simple as not being second.

I pretended indifference…even in the presence of love, in the presence of hunger. And the more deeply I felt, the less able I was to respond.

I will be free, no lover's kiss to bind me to earth, no bliss of love to counteract actual bliss.

Give me the death of my soul. Intoxicate me with self-love.

Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice... Or backyard love?

Romance is thinking about your significant other, when you are supposed to be thinking about something else.

As for love . . . no, having once written that word I can write nothing more.

I'll never fall in love again... it's like having two souls at the same time.

What's the furthest corner? Because that's where I want to be, alone with the only thing that I love.

Not loving is but a long dying.

Love is an angel disguised as lust.

Love' is the name for our pursuit of wholeness, for our desire to be complete.

When I look into your eyes I still get weak And when Im this close to you I just cant speak And its hard to keep my hands to myself When I know I could never love anybody else

In this loveless everyday life eroticism is a substitute for love.

Love is the sweetest pain inside.

What is the difference between my life and my love? One gets me low, the other lets me go.

My sole occupation is love.

Love is a desire for that lost half of ourselves.

The reveries of two solitary souls prepare the sweetness of loving.

The only difference between you and a dream is I haven't woken up with you

I think there are lovely sunsets in hell—and that's where my desire for you is sending me