Quotes About Yearning

Your skin starts itching once you buy that gimmick about something called love.

... nothing, of course, is ever so strange as love to the one who is not a lover.

Next to being married, a girl likes to be crossed in love a little now and then. It is something to think of, and gives her a sort of distinction among her companions

I have so much in me, and the feeling for her absorbs it all; I have so much, and without her it all comes to nothing.

I have always been the lover - never the beloved - and I have spent much of my life waiting for trains, planes, boats, footsteps, doorbells, letters, telephones, snow, rain, thunder.

Love! Beyond measure — beyond death — it nearly kills. But one wouldn't have been without it.

I'd excluded New York from my writing, and then I came back and I fell in love with it all over again... The energy comes from an absence, that yearning for New York when you are not there.

This is love, she thought, isn't it? When you notice someone's absence and hate that absence more than anything? More, even, than you love his presence?

And Honey, I miss you and I'm being good. And I'd love to be with you if only I could.

Little Jane's love would have been my best reward, without it, my heart is broken.

I would love to spend a year living in New York; I've wanted to do that since I was 18. I'll be really disappointed if I'm 50 and haven't done something like that.

I would like to have a second chance at my first love.

Wilbur didn't want food, he wanted love.

You yourself never loved; you never love! Yes, I too can love; you yourselves can tell it from the past. Is it not so?

I'm not at ease with the word "love."

The mind can't explain it, and you can't make it go away. It's called love.

If time stood still, and we could choose the time, the best time, then love without pain would be all I know.

My heart… It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it's trying to escape because it doesn't belong to me any more. It belongs to you.

All I want is not to die on a day when I went unseen.

After all who doesn't wish to make a spectacle of their loneliness

I don't like you, Park. Sometimes I think I live for you

Tell me we're dead and I'll love you even more.

Love in my heart is a cry forever Lost as the swallow's flight, Seeking for you and never, never Stilled by the stars at night

I was willing to pay any price including subservience to secure this love, hoping that with each piece of myself I gave up he would be so pleased that he, too, would be transformed.