Quotes About Longing

O love, what strange and wonderful fits: one sole thing, one beauty alone, can give me life and deprive me of wits.

Melodies die out, like the pipe of Pan, with the ears that love them and listen for them.

Sang in tones of deep emotion Songs of love and songs of longing.

I want to know what became of the changes we waited for love to bring/Were they only the fitful dreams of some greater awakening?

I do love ponies. Wish I could eat one right now.

She was my first love, and I loved her as only a boy loves.

Everyone longs for love's tense joys and red delights.

I wondered where he was now whether I would ever hear him again. Whether someone would love him, someday show him what beauty mean't.

Inspiration comes from everywhere always. But it's strongest in love and in its absence.

It's hard for anybody who's been with me not to feel starved for affection when I'm making love to my ideas. Maybe it's not meant for me to settle down and be married.

When I died last, and, Dear, I die As often as from thee I go Though it be but an hour ago, And lovers' hours be full eternity.

I long to talk with some old lover's ghost, Who died before the god of love was born.

I loved him like a fever. Then he left. He kicked through love like it was dust and he kept on walking.

The sun in on the harbor, love, And I wish I could remain, For I know it will be some long, long time, Before I see you again.

Oh, yes, I love sleepless nights.

O love, where are you leading me now?

Without love in a dream it will never come true

A lover's life lies in death. You shall not find a heart without losing the heart.

You fill yourself with the sharp pain of love, rather than its fulfillment.

My longing for you keeps me in this moment My passion gives me courage

I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin. I want.

Love does not end when we don't see each other.

How peaceful life would be without love. How safe, how tranquil and how dull.

I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.)