Quotes About Yearn

I don't belong here. It doesn't matter, because even if I don't belong in this place, she's here and I want to be where she is.

Who am I kidding? I have no reason for being here other that the fact that I want to be near her.

No tengo excusa para estar aquí excepto el deseo de estar a su lado. A la mierda la apuesta. Quiero descubrir cómo puedo hacerle reír. quiero saber cómo hacerle llorar. Quiero saber lo que se siente si me mira como si fuera su caballero de brillante armadura.

Who am I kidding? I have no reason for being here other than the fact that I want to be near her. Screw the bet. I want to know how to make this girl laugh. I want to know what makes her cry. I want to know what it feels like to have her look at me as if I'm her knight in shining armor.

If I skip about, it's with my eyes fixed on your flesh and bones.

We simply love, but love is hardly reciprocated.

It's a song of a merryman, moping mum,Whose soul was sad, and whose glance was glum,Who sipped no sup, and who craved no crumb,As he sighed for the love of a lady.

The God of Love lives in a state of need.

I dote on his very absence.

and it was always without pretensions of loving or being loved although always in the hope of finding something that resembled love but without the problems of love.

I prithee send me back my heart, Since I cannot have thine; For if from yours you will not part, Why, then, shouldst thou have mine?

Over to the jukebox I staggered for a love song to scatter my body before her.

I don't wanna need you because I can't have you.

I thought, my love is so good, why isn't it calling the same thing back.

I was not allowed a physical lover. Falling in love with Love was the best I could get.

I want something from Daddy that he is not able to give me. ... It is only that I long for Daddy's real love: not only as his child, but for me - Anne, myself.

You fill yourself with the sharp pain of love, rather than its fulfillment.

... I will never love, for I should never be loved as I desire to be loved.

I, who called love my hope for love.

There is no escape if love is not there," Hannah had said. Had Hannah known when she herself had not even suspected? It was not escape that she had dreamed about, it was love.

I look at her wish we could go inside and make love on the couch. Dive inside each other. Take each other. Make each other. Nothing happens, though.

Your skin starts itching once you buy that gimmick about something called love.

I would love to love something, especially if I could do it without feeling like I was watching it die right in front of me.

If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.