Quotes About Yearning

I sense the joy of young and old, I hear wondrous tales told, Beauty surrounds me as I gaze above, But I am alone for I live without love.

The void can only be filled with love.

I would like to be with you, but I do love my loneliness too.

Never ask me to reach for the moon when all I want is to hold your hand." -- Fidelis O Mkparu, author of 'Love's Affliction

if you eat menand still feel like you're starving, you're craving something that they cannot give.

You were my dock. I am just a mere ship that has drifted farther and farther into the vast water. Many docks are in range, but I have yet to anchor and tie my rope.

I miss your silent stature, your avoided days of disaster, your present state of distress.I'm cinnamon, cloves and fire, you are the rested cedarwood of desire.

Kiss me. My lips are on fire.You, my friend, are the object of mysecret desire.

Nothing is left of meEach time I see her

Dear Love'Just hold me tight for a while before sunrise before I die.

I want her beyond reason. I need to own, consume, worship, devour. What I've made of her in my mind cannot live in flesh.

What a woman tells her lover in desireshould be written out on air & running water.

But the more I think it, the more I want her, the more my desire rises and swells.

I'm extra-good at wanting things. I want things until I feel sort of sick about them. I want enough for two normal people, at least.

I love silent conversations accompanied by a soft caress on my skin and my head on your chest listening to your heart desires.

When we say forever, we are talking about a desire.

You fill a hungry place shaped like your darkness.

I desire to know you. Every breath of your heart, every fleeting look on your face, the rhythm of your joys, and the melancholy of your sorrows.

Desire, Desire, Desire!!!Desire to love.Desire to seek.Desire to ask.

The desire to touch her, to kiss her would end up with her walking away and him hurting again. So why the hell did he reach up and stroke her cheek with the back of his knuckle?

I think I might have secretly wished for you to exist all my life but never knew how to admit it.

Unspoken words between you and I, Present in the eyes of knowing, Lost in the realm of unforeseen beauty, I am yours.

I knew if I started touching you I wouldn't be able to stop.

An adamant silence overcomes you when cross paths with the person that kisses your heart the second that you meet them. It balances on the edge of an indefinable unknown, unconsciously desired.