Quotes About Longing

Did you know I dream about your hair? I use to say it was the color of the sun at sunset, but I'm wrong. It's brighter than the sun, just as you are.

As I lay me down to sleep, this I pray. That you will hold me, dear. Though I'm far away, I whisper your name into the sky. And I will wake up happy.

A romantic striving for an impossible ideal.

The essence of romantic love is not the company of a lover but the pursuit.

Romantic dramas? I love The Notebook. Titanic was great. Classic.

We all have romantic nature of one kind or another buried somewhere in our hearts.

I was always intensely Romantic, even when I was too young to understand what that meant.

Sky, wait." The way his voice wraps around my name makes me wish the only word in his entire vocabulary way Sky.

Okay, " he said, his breath hitching, his hands shaking like hell as he pried her arms from around his neck and set her away., Darcy, I want you so bad I'm afraid I'm going to hurt you.

They've loved you your whole life and you've been gone for days. I've just loved you for the better part of a week and losing you just 'bout drove me crazy.

Nothing is more excruciating than hopelessly longing for lost love.

Jessica Sankiewicz, If Only We

We need you to come home.

I have only one heart to give and one mind to lose. May I someday find a woman who will take them both.

She made him want to lose control, something he never did. She also made him want things he'd never imagined for his own life, like a family and someone to come home to every night.

He'd fantasized about her too? "You don't have to fantasize anymore, " she murmured...

He'd known her for five months, but felt like a lifetime for how attracted he was to her.

Angel was someone he'd never imagined having in his life, but always hoped for. She was more than worth the wait, and he was never letting her go.

He'd been saving up his love for years and years, waiting for the right personto spend his fortune on.

Sometimes it's, run don't walk! Like when you're going to the arms of a loved one.

A spark of fiery hunger shot through her as he took over, completely dominating the kiss, his tongue invading her mouth. His hand slid back and cupped her head in that way she loved. Craved.

How am I making you feel?"She considered the answer. "Like all my nerve endings are on fire. Like I want more, but I don't exactly know how to ask for what I want." She swallowed. "Or maybe I do.

So sad, so fresh the days that are no more.

Yes, I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness, sad as an eagle without wings, sad as a violin with only one string and that one broken, sad as a woman who is growing old. Sad, sad, sad.