Quotes About Yearning

I am suspicious without a motive, and jealous without love; although I feel I ought to love since I desire to be loved.

almost all novels are love stories.

Desire is always followed by boredom. And only love can defeat boredom. Love with a capital L; we all dream of it.

When two people were in love you had to leave them to it. Especially when you weren't in love and wished that you were. That could embarrass. That could hurt.

Being with Mary was different because...he wasn't the only one who wanted to make love to her. The beast wanted her, too. The beast wanted out so it could take her.

Eager for bread and love.

The one word love means too little for what it is. It doesn't communicate even a fraction of the feelings involved. Love. The word is not enough for what it is. Love. Love.

This is not a love story, but love is in it. That is, love is just outside it, looking for a way to break in.

A good love is delicious, you can't get enough too soon.

Had you restrained your love, you would be free of sorrow. The greater the love, while one possesses it, the greater the sorrow when one is deprived of it.

At least if I keep my love a secret, he and I can still have this wonderful, odd, exciting relationship where I love him in silence and pretend he's loving me in silence too.

I kind of wanted someone to rearrange the stars so they spelled out his words. I needed them big and bright, and somewhere I could see then when things felt dark. I love you. And I'm so, so proud.

Deeply in love with you, I feel the keen pain of your absence.

who is the love of my life? Maybe I don't have one. Maybe it's not love at all. But if it's not love, then what is it? I wish I knew.

I have to go," he said at last, getting to his feet. "I shouldn't even be here, but I cannot keep my self away from you. I worry about you in every waking moment. I love you, Luce. So much it hurts.

I can resist you or flee from you or try my hardest not to respond to you, but it makes no difference. You fall in love with me, and I with you". Daniel to Luce Page 352

Had sigh'd to many, though he loved but one.

It's so dreadful to have nothing to love - life is so empty - and there's nothing worse than emptiness.

When I wrote my book I wanted to love someone. I wanted to be in love. Now I know that I shall never be in love - and I no longer wish to be.

Love sorrows are addictive as other sorrows are not.

I love you in my dreams, but not in real life.

Love, always love. Perhaps that's what we're all looking for.

Love is great, love is fine. Out the box, out of line. The affliction of the feeling leaves me wanting more.

If love drove people mad, what would lack of love do?