Quotes About Longing

I grew up in Far Rockaway and then Long Island.

I don't like being away from home for a long period of time.

The longing for Europe has been all but extinguished in the young.

I've never really had anybody close to me die. I think the song is about a feeling that I have that, it still applies. It's a feeling of longing, once again.

You can't do every movie - although I do a lot of them - and the thing I'm longing to do is... it's not that I think I'm funny... but I long to do a situation comedy.

I cannot write if there is a sense of plenitude. I have to hypothesize that there is a loss.

I do feel at a loss for not having a child of my own at times, very much so.

I never thought about moving to L.A.; I always wanted to be in New York. I moved there, and now I still have a kind of love affair with the city.

People still do fall in and out of love and can and cannot express what they feel and are very much pained because the person they love is with somebody else. That's happening the whole world over, and I think it always has been.

Love is not an emotion; it is a drive.

I always wanted to be loved.

I know what it is to be out entertaining millions and yet wanting to be home because you miss your loved ones.

Being away from loved ones can be very hard. Taxing. With a tour, you don't know whether you'll see each other in three weeks, three months, or three days.

Among absent lovers, ardor always fares better.

You can't imagine what it's like playing to people who have been loyal to you for 25 years and haven't seen you for 15.

I haven't had lunch for years.

I can only be the madman that I've been so long.

I want to be at Madrid for many years.

I still want magic, I find. The old fashioned kind. I don't believe in it, but I still have a hankering for it.

Since I was 15 years old, all I wanted was to find the guy I was going to marry.

I'm young but I can't wait to marry and have kids.

I want a son with you," he said huskily. "I want a houseful of children." Her eyes sketched his face. "Dark-haired little boys with green eyes…." He crushed her mouth under his, roughly, hungrily, possessively. "Don't tempt me," he said tightly. "I want you like hell." "I wouldn't stop you," she said softly. "Anything you want, Garet. Anything.

What a curse, to want only one person." He drew her into his arms and kissed her again, hungrily. "What a glorious blessing, to want only one person and be wanted back, even after thirty-six long years," he whispered.

Why did you want to see me?" He studied her face curiously. "Why do I always want to see you?" he countered. His voice was like velvet. "You're part of me now, Cecily." She colored. She couldn't meet his eyes. Did he think she didn't know about Audrey? "And you wouldn't lie to me," she said. "Any more than you'd lie to me," he replied softly. So they were both liars.