Quotes About Yearning

I never was in love - yet the voice and the shape of a woman has haunted me these two days.

She was with me. She did all of those things and so many more, things I would never tell anyone, and she never even loved me. Now that's love.

She felt as if she were brimming, always producing and hoarding more love inside her. But there was no release.

...he was leaving me. I wondered if I should stop him. If I should wrestle him to the ground and force him to love me. I wanted to hold his shoulders down and shout into his face.

Sadness of love without release.

I did not need to know if he could love me. I needed to know if he could need me.

It feels good, honey, but it isn't love.

She wasn't in love but she would love him, if that would save her.

The real drug, I came to believe, was love.

If I had a hundred kingdoms, I would trade them all for you, my dearest love. I was nothing until you.

I knew that the deepest of tragedies was simple: to love, and not to be loved in return.

No, while most people have been at their unhappiest when in love, it is nevertheless the state the human being yearns for above all.

I would love to re-visit Darla. I miss her. I really do.

I drink to feel / I smoke to breathe / Just look what love / Has done to me

I am going to love you now, slow and sweet, but when you come, I'm going to f*** you the way I need to. The way I've been dreaming about since the moment I saw you.

They say everyone needs something to love.

Have you ever been - well, I mean, have you ever - really wanted someone? Wanted them like water in the desert - even when you knew all their faults, every single one - and it didn't matter ?

Ah, love, 'tis a sorrowful land!

Not being able to live without someone is not love. It's need.

I don't say I'm not magnetic to try and sound self-deprecating. I'm just not. Though I actually love people. I would like to meet more people. I know no one.

Of all the butterflies that chose to stay, I'm in love with the one that got away.

Tenderness and lust are just immature little brothers of love. Yes of course it was lust... but I'm not sure how evolved or resolved that lust was.

His eyes burned violet - not with anger but with intense desire. The kind of look that made you love a person so much, you missed him even when he was standing right in front of you.

But from the beginning, I knew that in a world where destiny was dead, I was destined, forever, to love him. Even though he didn't - though he couldn't - ever love me back.