Quotes About Yearning

I suppose Stanley fell in love with me during those talks about life and books, but he probably loved someone else, a person who wasn't me.

She's still in love with you," Violet said. "I know." "Or maybe she's in love with the idea of me on the other side of the country.

The attraction remains because there is something about him that I can't reach, something strange and estranging. I like seeing him from a distance. I know that. I like to see him in a room full of people when he looks like a stranger, and then to remember that I do know him and that I will be going home with him.

i wanted more time so we could fall in love.

It's you my love, you who are the stranger.

When love congeals It soon reveals The faint aroma of performing seals, The double-crossing of a pair of heels. I wish I were in love again!

The God of Love lives in a state of need.

You need someone to love you while you are looking for someone to love.

You never knew this, but I was in love. Okay, infatuated, but it felt like love at the time.

I dote on his very absence.

Unrequited love's a bore.

I maintain that all sorrow comes from love of those things of which loss deprives me.

Wherever you go, in every country, on every continent, people yearn and hunger for one thing: to love and be loved.

Love is impossible without bite marks.

For the Sensitive Plant has no bright flower; Radiance and odour are not its dower; It loves, even like Love, its deep heart is full, It desires what it has not, the beautiful.

and it was always without pretensions of loving or being loved although always in the hope of finding something that resembled love but without the problems of love.

It is a wonderful subduer-this need of love, this hunger of the heart.

O my heart! Love God as the chatrik loves the rain drops, Who even when fountains are full and the land green, Is not satisfied as long as it cannot get a drop of rain.

What lies lurk in kisses.

Ah me! why may not love and life be one?

His heart danced upon her movement like a cork upon a tide.

Sometimes my hands they don't feel like my own; I need someone to love, I need someone to hold.

Next to being married, a girl likes to be crossed in love a little now and then.

I prithee send me back my heart, Since I cannot have thine; For if from yours you will not part, Why, then, shouldst thou have mine?