Quotes About Longing

Wherever love is, I want to be, I will follow it as surely as the land-locked salmon finds the sea.

She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance, perhaps, or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms, or perhaps something as simple as not being second.

I attempt from love's sickness to fly.

Let us plant dates even though those who plant them will never eat them. We must live by the love of what we will never see.

Love will fan the flame, and that flame will warm the heart that's waiting.

I will be free, no lover's kiss to bind me to earth, no bliss of love to counteract actual bliss.

Only a soul full of despair can ever attain serenity and, to be in despair, you must have loved a good deal and still love the world.

What puts you on the road is your desire to enjoy. What brings you home is being in love

The perfect love affair is one which is conducted entirely by post.

Tricky the paths a long love might follow, like the spiral down twists of a raindrop on a windowpane.

Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice... Or backyard love?

When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.

I hate leaving home. I love what I do, but I'd love to go home every night.

As for love . . . no, having once written that word I can write nothing more.

I'll never fall in love again... it's like having two souls at the same time.

What's the furthest corner? Because that's where I want to be, alone with the only thing that I love.

Not loving is but a long dying.

Love' is the name for our pursuit of wholeness, for our desire to be complete.

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.

But love brings much happiness - much more so than pining brings pain.

O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.

As long as the "I" is there, love cannot be. All that we call love is only desire, longing, passion and attachment; as long as ego is there, all these bind one.

When I look into your eyes I still get weak And when Im this close to you I just cant speak And its hard to keep my hands to myself When I know I could never love anybody else

Cinderella said to snow white, how does love get so off course? All I wanted was a white knight with a good heart, soft touch, fast horse.