Quotes About Longing

Lochie. The boy I once loved. The boy I still love. The boy I will continue to love, even when my part in this world is over too.

For what we cannot accomplish, what is denied to love, what we have lost in the anticipation a descent follows, endless and indestructible.

Satin and lace and brown velvet and the faint odor of violets. That was all which was left to him of his love.

A first love always occupies a special place.

My friends are gone and my hair is grey. I ache in places I used to play. And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on. I'm just paying my rent every day in the tower of song.

Hope is love's happiness, but not its life.

There can be no peace of mind in love, since the advantage one has secured is never anything but a fresh starting-point for future desires.

... I will never love, for I should never be loved as I desire to be loved.

Music expresses longing and love and joy better than any piece of dialogue you can ever write.

Gone for a while Hoping, always, to return If you will let me

I hate the feeling when I'm overseas, away from Australia, that I'm trapped, blocked by an ocean from getting to the people I love. That gives me anxiety.

I want to die on your chest but not yet she wrote sometime in the 13th century of our love

I hated L.A. for a long time, and I wanted to leave it. I had these fantasies of going to 'SNL' and falling in love with some writer on 'SNL,' of getting married and living in New York.

And for just a fleeting moment, a tiny wisp of time that hung in the air like fireflies in summer skies, she wondered if she was in love with him again.

I need to write about love. I need to think and think and write about love-otherwise, my soul won't survive.

It is very possible that I could have ended up on 80 acres of land by myself, and fallen in love at a distance with a gorgeous woman I could never have been with.

Ah me! love can not be cured by herbs.

We covet what is guarded; the very care invokes the thief. Few love what they may have.

Love is lust made meaningful. Hope is hunger made human.

I think I can live without you, but it won't be any kind of life.

Perhaps everyone loved someone; I didn't now, I couldn't give much thought to love; in order to travel far you had to be detached, and I had the long road back to the campus before me.

What we love that we have, but by desire we bereave ourselves of the love.

I have had young fascinations but never love.

I miss your love, I miss your touch But I'm feeling you every day. And I can almost hear you say You've come a long way baby.