Quotes About Yearning

He looked at me, that first day, like he had just found something he'd lost a thousand years ago.

But I love you and I want you and I need you. Can't you see that? This world has nothing to offer me if it doesn't include you.

If I had an .MP3 of your heartbeat… I might actually get some sleep.

But as the years passed, he missed her more, not less, and his need for her became a cut that would not scar over, would not stop leaking.

...I will find once again the light of your beauty - your colored windows in the night...

She's in trouble, but I envy her.

A Very Short Poem for Poor LoversYou've got nothing, I've got nothing, And it's not a good thing.

If you think you can stand looking and not touching for eight months, you're welcome to try.""Try' being the operative word, " he said, sighing. "No, I can't. And I don't want to try.

The desire for connection with the Divine and our formless inner self is at the foundation of all desire for human connection.

I look at you and my heart pounds, when for years, I don't think it beat at all. You fill the cracks and crevices, take away the emptiness. And when you're not by my side, the loss is unimaginable.

Because I want to know if I'm allowed to kiss your tears away. Because I want to be able to hold your hand. Because I like you.

Hands that never touch. Lips that never meet. The Almost Lovers, never to be.

It is the touch of a lover's arms that I so desperately crave, not the memories of a love no longer mine.

She spent the first half of her life alone. For the second half, she longed for a man of dignity to rescue her.

The life is cruel death to me without you.

Tonight, can we just pretend you want me to?

I barely brushed towards her cheek as I moved towards her mouth, her nails tickled my chest, driving me insane. Kissing her became my single reason for breathing.

Finn was different.And he was different because she wanted him in her life in a way she hadn't wanted anyone for a very long time.Maybe ever.

She was thinking of his mouth on hers. Which seemed only fair since he'd given a lot of thought to the same thing."'Night, " she whispered."Night, " he whispered back.And yet neither of them moved.

I cried for all of those things that should have just been for us...

I wanted you mine. I wanted me yours.

My chest ached, my body speaking a language my head didn't quite understand.

I'm addicted to the way I feel when I think about you!

I wish I could hold you, " she continued bitterly, "till we were both dead!