Quotes About Longing

In love, unlike most other passions, the recollection of what you have had and lost is always better than what you can hope for in the future.

Love is the irresistible desire to be desired irresistibly.

Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists.... When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.

You say that love is nonsense....I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a steady physical pain, an ache about the heart, never leaving one, by night or by day; a long strain on one's nerves like toothache or rheumatism, not intolerable at any one instant, but exhausting by its steady drain on the strength.

Human Love... It is that extra creation that stands hurt and baffled at the place of death. Being human, wanting children and sunlight and breath to go on, forever.

No sooner met but they looked; No sooner looked but they loved; No sooner loved but they sighed; No sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; No sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy.

I love him but he dosen't see that we can be in love for real.

I would not miss your face, your neck, your hands, your limbs, your bosom and certain other of your charms. Indeed, not to become boring by naming them all, I could do without you, Chloe, altogether.

I've got your picture that you gave to me and it's signed with love just like it used to be the only thing different, the only thing new I've got your picture and he's got you.

There is not an hour that goes by that I do not think of making love to you.

I want you to want me I need you to need me I'd love you to love me I'm beggin' you to beg me.

Hell is seperation from love.

What we learned here is love tastes bitter when its gone.

Sweet like candy to my soul ~~ Sweet you rock and sweet you roll ~~ Lost for you I'm so lost for you

The one who loves most will be the one who wants most to touch the other.

In the morning of the night ~~ When I woke to find you gone ~~ I knew your distant devil ~~Must be draggin' you along

The mind can calculate, but the spirit yearns, and the heart wants what the heart wants.

It was cold, and he was coughing. A fine cold draught blew over the knoll. He thought of the woman. Now he would have given all he had or ever might have to hold her warm in his arms, both of them wrapped in one blanket, and sleep. All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.

I'm awake, but my soul is still sleeping in your heart.

I love more and more, but actually I don't know why. You are so sweet, so tender, so careful with my soul, and me a stupid angel, I'm afraid to tell you you're exactly what I'm wainting for.

All the little emptiness of love

Hell, madam, is to love no longer

My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore, but after one such love can love no more.

I'd be happy to die for a taste of what Angel had, someone to live for, unafraid to say I love you.