Quotes About Longing

Sometimes I gave conflicting emotions because it's been going on for so long now, but then I see somebody dancing real well and it just comes back like an old love. The flame ignites again.

There's nothing like unrequited love to take all the flavor out of a peanut butter sandwich.

Night and day, you are the one.

Now you know how much my love for you burns deep in me when I forget about our emptiness, and deal with shadows as with solid things.

I'll be drunk again to feel a little love.

I leave my parents here behind And all my friends to love resigned 'Tis grief to go, but death to stay Farewell -- I'm gone with love away.

Oh, gentle feelings, soft sounds, the goodness and the gradual stilling of a soul that has been moved; the melting happiness of the first tender, touching joys of love- where are you?

My tears is tatted, my rag in my pocket / Im just looking for love, I know somebody got it

Then it is better, sir, to love whom one cannot have?" "Probably better," Lancelot said. "Certainly safer.

In the orchard and rose garden I long to see your face. In the taste of Sweetness I long to kiss your lips. In the shadows of passion I long for your love.

Love is bitter and all there is, and that the rest is for the emotional beggars of the earth.

The first time I kissed you. One kiss, and I was totally hooked. Addicted to you. I could never love anyone the way I love you. I'd follow you across the universe.

When the one you love is in love with someone else, don't you know it's torture, I mean it's living hell.

My thing is that I'm in love with love. Actually, I'm in love with the possibility of true love. Which could be considered a major problem.

The sadest part of love life is when you cannot live with and without the one you love

Ah, cruel 'tis to love, And cruel not to love, But cruelest of all To love and love in vain.

Our hours in love have wings; in absence, crutches.

Me love you long time.

One day he went away and I thought I'd die, but I didn't. And I said to myself: 'is that all there is to love?'

Little drops of rain Whisper of the pain Tears of love Lost in the days gone by.

Love, that is all I asked, a little love, daily, twice daily, fifty years of twice daily love like a Paris horse-butcher's regular, what normal woman wants affection?

Nothing is sadder than love left unheard.

What if I were smiling and running into your arms? Would you see then what I see now?

The sun's gone dim, and the moon's gone black. For I loved him, and he didn't love back.