Quotes About Longing

Oh! to be loved by a man I respect, To bask in the glow of his perfectly understandable neglect.

she thought ray i'll never see ray again there was a time she looked into those green eyes and said i love you so long ago he'll never know i still do

was saying. "Yep, I hear tell they can't nobody please her. But I shore would like to find

Hunting hawks do not belong in cages, no matter how much a man covets their grace, no matter how golden the bars. They are far more beautiful soaring free. Heartbreakingly beautiful.

Some prices are just too high, no matter how much you may want the prize. The one thing you can't trade for your heart's desire is your heart.

Tant bien que mal, avant j'aimais la vie, parce qu'on l'avait en commun. Avant, j'aimais la vie, même sachant tout ce que je savais, car dans l'immensité du vide, il était là qui souriait. Aujourd'hui, je chéris un fantôme, un souvenir. Je pense encore à lui chaque jour, chaque minute, chaque seconde…

Wszystko, co czu?am, to g?ód. Straszny g?ód, który mog?abym nazwa? brakiem, potrzeb?, bezsilno?ci?, frustracj?, pustk?; prze?ladowa? mnie, z?era?, a wkrótce mia? ?ar?ocznie po?kn??.

Desire is a pain which seeks easement through possession.

It was the freshness and the newness of your beauty and you, the mystery of you, that won your man. When a man has plucked and smelled all the sweetness of a flower, he looks for other flowers. It is his queerness. You must ever remain a flower almost plucked yet never plucked, stored with vats of sweet unbroached though ever broached.

I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon In the round-tower of my heart.

There was never any yet that wholly could escape love, and never shall there be any, never so long as beauty shall be, never so long as eyes can see.

For there was never any yet that wholly could escape love, and never shall there be any, never so long as beauty shall be, never so long as eyes can see.

Daphnis is beautiful, yes, but so are the flowers. His pipe sends forth beautiful sounds, yes, but so do the nightingales. But no words come to me about those things. I wish that I could be his pipe so he could breathe into me all day. — - Longus, Daphnis and Chloe

He felt that his soul had remained among the pirates – he was young and from the country and still ignorant of Love's piracies.

For this will cure him that is sick, and rouse him that is in dumps; one that has loved, it will remember of it; one that has not, it will instruct. For there was never any yet that wholly could escape love, and never shall there be any, never so long as beauty shall be, never so long as eyes can see. But help me that God to write the passions of others; and while I write, keep me in my own right wits.

Dreaming of a tomorrow, which tomorrow, will be as distant then as 'tis today.

I'm never satisfied Honey my appetite Is keeping me up at night I'm going crazy for more of your love I need you all the time You bring me back to life I'm going crazy for more of your love

Since I know you don't like me, don't bother answering, because it would trouble you; but I remember you always and I keep a place for you in my heart, brimful of poetry.

The one thing life has taught me is that most people spend their lives bottled up inside their houses doing the things they hate.

What's the furthest corner? Because that's where I want to be, alone with the only thing that I love.

Never let me lose the marvel of your statue eyes or the accent that by night the solitary rose of your breath places on my cheek.

I am ashamed to tell you how much I should like to hear from you, because you will suspect that I only want a supplement to the Times, or a later edition of the Echo.

We'll Go No More A-roving So, we'll go no more a-roving So late into the night, Though the heart still be as loving, And the moon still be as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. Though the night was made for loving, And the day returns too soon, Yet we'll go no more a-roving By the light of the moon.

Absence - that common cure of love.