Quotes About Yearning

The more you start to love someone, the more you ache when they're gone, and maybe it's that middle ground that hurts the most, when you can see them and still not feel like you're near enough.

I wanted to wash away our past misgivings in those tears that would run from our eyes and weave a new start by folding her in my arms.I wanted to, but I did not!

once you're gone, you made me feel nothing as if you were my emotions and you took it away from me.

All I need is you even if I don't know if I can't have you.

If only I knew... If only baby... If only...

When was the last time someone ran their fingers through the knots of your soul?

It's been a year and 3 months since we've kissed, and I rather have the ghost of his mouth on my lips than kiss anyone else.

Whenever my phone blinks fist thought come to mind is u and only u.

I get what it's like to want something, but to try and force yourself to really believe that you don't.

I still believed he'd love me again somehow, love me that intense, thick way he did, the way that made everything good.

The old longing i had thought dead, rose in me like a flame

She fitted in my arms, she always had, and the shock of holding her caused me to feel that my arms had been empty since she had been away.

Missing someone enlightens how the person means to you and broadens the feelings shared.

Falling asleep with hopes and wishes that I rarely get to hold in my hand for long…go me. All I've got are memories and secrets.

Some want to be owned, and some want to be saved. Only some want to exist in the glow of contentment.

Hate is often an obverse form of love.You hate someone whom you really wish to love but whom you cannot love.

you can't have her. though you know she loves youand you would not be far from her . will be always empty without her at your side

It is funny how the things we hate are the things we miss most when they are gone

I buried my face against his neck, breathing him in - the smell of machine oil, summertime, a thousand memories

Where is the good memories ? Where is Love ?

What kind of songs do you like? she asked."The ones that remind me of you, " I said.

Humans seek connection above all else, and we are willing to destroy things to attain it.

They want me. I want them. I want this place. I want everything to be simple and beautiful and warm.

I miss you a lot. But what I miss even more is the person I become when I am with you. She is beautiful.