Quotes About Longing

I really like you better aimless and lost among people, a little crazy, oddball, not looking like yourself. So that I don't know you at all and the nearer I get to you the more you separate yourself from me-- I get dizzy trying to follow you and I have to work really hard-- and that's what I want!

till we meet again, my heart awaits you. till we meet again, you will trouble my dreams

I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (And pins) I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin (Deep in) I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison

Everyone who'd lost something of crucial importance wished he or she could go back to the moment when it was still theirs. The wish was so powerful it seemed it might reverse the direction of time. It bore apparitions and ghosts.

The moon is always jealous of the heat of the day, just as the sun always longs for something dark and deep.

I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for.

Unrequited love is so boring. Weeping under a blue-black sky is for suckers or maniacs.

Here is the riddle of love: Everything it gives to you, it takes away.

If I decided to send this to you, where would I send it? When I think of writing the whole address on the envelope I am paralyzed. It's too painful to think of you in the same place with your life going on in the same way, minus me. And to think of you not there, you somewhere else but I don't know where that is, is worse.

you see all night in your dreams. And the blue of my voice can't help but see you.

I wanted him to love me, but then that wasn't enough.

I seem to love you, though I never see you.

You entered this hall in your moonlit unconsciousness pleading for a different life.

but you are incomplete unattached to me . . .

All my life Since I was 10 I've been waiting to be in this hell here with you All I've ever wanted And still do

All my life, since I was ten, I've been waiting to be in this hell here with you; all I've ever wanted, and still do.

which I remember from my human past and from longing.

You were sick, so sick, with your wound of thwarted longing

I want to be with him in my thoughts; I want to live with him in my mind.

I've been in love in a dream.

I have no words for what I need. I think it is what we need; but do we have to need something?

You used to take my breath away. Now no one does.

I know I sound plaintive. I sound desperate.

I don't find it, I don't think it is to be found. It's like passionate love for a ghost