Quotes About Longing

I hate trying to put my desire into words when my body knows exactly what to say. Come home.

Nothing can change the way I feel about you. I wish it could.

I wish there was a word that meant goodbye for someone who was already gone.

Email me dirty pictures of you with my name in marker everywhere. I get crazy thinking about your eyes when you cry. I miss you all wrong.

After you died, I got a puppy. I wear your clothes and tease her sometimes, in case you come back.

As near as I can tell, he wished for this moment to last forever. So we sit and hold hands and I am always about to leave.

Ah, love at first sight. When you see someone so beautiful that you forget they aren't there just for you.

I'm in love with the you I wish you were. I only stay with you because you look like him.

We'll always have yesterday.

Ah, unrequited love. When your best isn't good enough.

I wish being in love was enough. I wish it counted for anything at all.

Love is a dream someone else had last night.

I want you to make love to me. I want to go to your room, your bed, be under you, feel you inside me, see your eyes, feel your body and know…we're together. I don't know if that's love or just need, but I know I need you. I need that with you. I need what I've never known and I need it from you. Only you. And it may destroy everything or build something. I really don't know. I just know…Please make love to me.

How far will you run, before you realize you're not running away from me? You're running to me.

At least she (Thomas' mom) knows what she wants is dead. What I want just refuses to be with me. Maybe I should compare notes with her on what's worse, for I swear to God sometimes I think if you were dead this would hurt less.

Pain. You overwhelm me," he said quietly. "And every time I see you or think of you, I can't grab a brush fast enough. I thought I couldn't paint you, but it turns out I've been painting you all along, from the beginning, before I even knew you.

Even though I'd love to hear your sweet voice, even if it was only words on a page, it doesn't matter. When I sleep, I share dreams with you. You're right next to me in this cot. I hear your breathing, and feel peace; at the same time I ache because you're also so far away. I think loving you, having you in my life, will be like that. A never-ending craving and peace at once.

I can't believe I agreed to this shit. One minute I feel like some lovesick fool; then I remember that kiss, the way you ran to me at the airport, and I can barely breathe.

Shh... let me hold you. I've burned to hold you, sweetheart.

Just stop asking," she burst out. "Just take. Please…just take over. I can't…give. You just have to take what you want." Tyler stared down at

From the first time Thomas has seen him, he hadn't known who or what Marcus was, just that he wanted him. Wanted to be his. And the fact Thomas has thought of it that way should have given him a clue to the hidden craving in his own makeup. An unexpected sexual preference. Preference. There was a grimly amusing word. As if any need this elemental was a choice.

Come back to your Master. He's going to fall apart without you in his life. Don't leave me, angel.

She not only wanted to play with the lion; she wanted to take him home and keep him.

If you came back, you wanted to leave again; if you went away, you longed to come back. Wherever you were, you could hear the call of the homeland, like the note of the herdsman's horn far away in the hills. You had one home out there and one over here, and yet you were an alien in both places. Your true abiding place was the vision of something very far off, and your soul was like the waves, always restless, forever in motion.