Quotes About Yearning

Mother, you had me, but I never had you.

Sixty years is cause enough to sing In celebration of a gentle life! To the mother and the wife, Taking pleasure in what love might bring, Yearning for what's worth the treasuring.

The thing I miss most from home, is having a home.

Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for.

We fear the things we want the most.

I wanted to be that, The one which was vast, The one which laughed, The one which surpassed, Yes, which also collapsed.True, it was abstract.I wanted to be that.I still, want to be that!

Even when we seek advice from others, deep inside we wish the advice given to us is the one we are secretly already wishing for in our hearts.

Yeah, romantic comedies are the hardest movies to make. Maybe one works a year.

You're not good for me when you're not mine.

Ninety-nine percent of the world's lovers are not with their first choice. That's what makes the jukebox play.

I always had a repulsive sort of need to be something more than human.

You do not know the first note of the music that moves me.

And I would hear yet once before I perish The voice which was my music... Speak to me!

I cannot live one day without love.

Music so wishes to be heard that it sometimes calls on unlikely characters to give it voice.

If you cannot teach me to fly, teach me to sing.

When we first meet what we love, we could become poets for our longing. When we are removed from what we love, we become singers of grief and weavers of elegant description.

Stupid cupid keeps on calling me, but I see nothing in his eyes. I miss my babe

For they (art and music) are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited.

You," I said, "are sweet music in a distant room.

Skylark Have you anything to say to me? Won't you tell me where my love can be?

Music is like a lover that I can't commit to, but I seem to always find myself in bed with.

I kept thinking there's bound to be something else? I could hear it sometimes, but I couldn't play it.

Virtually every writer I know would rather be a musician.