Quotes About Yearn

Wish you were here. Wish I was there. Wish it was different. Wish wishes came true.

It's so hard to pretend to be friends with someone special, when everytime you look at that person, all you see is eveything you want to have.

Oh I miss you, I miss being overwhelmed by you, and I need rescue, I think I'm fading away..

So sick of being lonely, so sick of being horny!

Imiss you...stop being so damn stubborn.

Finding love requires realizing the need for it.

I'm technically single but my heart is taken by someone I can't call my own.

Everyone tells me I deserve better, but I dont want better. I want You.

I want you to need me like I need you.

Sometimes thinking of you isn't enough...I constantly want you by my side.

All I want is something to believe in, even if it's just to hear your name, all I want is what you've got me feeling lately.

I don't know where I stand with you. And I don't know what I mean to you. All I know is every time I think of you, I want to be with you.

I want you to love me, touch me, need me, and caress me. I want you to feel that without me you would cease to be.

I think about you even when your not here, I miss you and your no where near, Why cant I have you when your needed most, Just remember I loved you first.

Can we go inside, Eve?" She inhaled quietly at the way his voice wrapped around her name. One deep syllable that had always made her wish she was called something longer and more complicated. Genevieve or Isabella. Something that would take him full seconds to say so she could feel it rumble over her skin.

Am i a photograph you gaze at in moments of weakness? You ordered me off my knees into your arms Wasn't to beg that I knelt; only to see you once from below.

The windiest militant trash Important Persons shout Is not so crude as our wish: What mad Nijinsky wrote About Diaghilev Is true of the normal heart; For the error bred in the bone Of each woman and each man Craves what it cannot have; Not universal love But to be loved alone.

What's left to sigh for, Strange night has come

Desire, even in its wildest tantrums, can neither persuade me it is love nor stop me from wishing it were.

For the error bred in the bone of each woman and each man craves what it cannot have, not universal love but to be loved alone.

What mad Nijinsky wrote/ About Diaghilev/ Is true of the normal heart;/ For the error bred in the bone/ Of each woman and each man/ Craves what it cannot have, Not universal love/ But to be loved alone.

apparently we believe in the words and through them but we long beyond them for what is unseen what remains out of reach what is kept covered

There is no sense in loving someone you can never wake up to except by chance.

Take me away from all this Death.