Quotes About Longing

And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.

Absence is to love as wind is to fire: it extinguishes the little flame, it fans the big.

All the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long.

Sometimes you can only feel something by its absence. By the empty spaces it leaves behind.

Even as a child I had a strong relationship with yearning and desire. And loss. Those things spoke to me.

Near, far wherever you are...you're here in my heart.

I realize I waited too long but please don't move on.

Hope you'll forgive me, never meant wrong. Tried to be patient, but waited too long. But I would've came back.. But I would've came back for you.

Longing, felt fully, carries us to belonging.

The feminine in each of us longs for deeper love and tries to find it in intimate relationship, family, or friends.

It feels good to think about you when I'm warm in bed. I feel as if you're curled up there beside me, fast asleep. And I think how great it would be if it were true.

There's no love like a lost love and no pain like a broken heart.

There are so many things that demand to be said. Where did you go? Do you ever think about me? You've ruined me. Are you okay? But of course, I can't say any of that.

It's my absolute passionate belief that every single human being, man, woman, or child, is aching to find a face-to-face relationship with God.

But I must admit I miss you terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby.

We were in a relationship for eight years, and we maybe saw each other, total, for a year.

I'm not alone, but I am lonely without you.

Might have been a time when I loved her too but you take that away and you'll always be the one.

I once loved a girl who almost loved me, but not as much as she loved John Cusack.

Wherever you go Whatever you do I will be right here waiting for you Whatever it takes Or how my heart breaks I will be right here waiting for you

Had she come all the way for this,To part at last without a kiss?Yea, had she borne the dirt and rainThat her own eyes might see him slainBeside the haystack in the floods?

the love had grown cold, and in the night he heard it whistling through the chambers of his heart like a lost and gently crying wind.

From these he had fled into love, but now the love had grown cold, and in the night he heard it whistling through the chambers of his heart like a lost and gently crying wind.

She watched as a beer truck lumbered by with a clink of quivering warm, wet promises.