Quotes About Longing

What else is there to write about than love and loss?

I say that what one loves is best: The midnight fastness of the heart.

So cute how you called out for Damen after conjuring that chaste little love scene in your head.

Our love of each other was like two long shadows kissing without hope of reality.

Then you think that one can keep a hopeless love in one's heart for so long as that?...And that life can breathe upon it every day, without extinguishing it?

The longer the road to love, the keener is the pleasure...

But it is hard, whatever you have endured, to give up on love. Hard to stop thinking of it as a home you might one day find again. More than hard

I have this desire to have this immaculate form of love that really doesn't exist, so my obsession goes on through life and I never find it and I end up miserable. But it makes me a better writer.

In my experience, desire is desire, love is love.

I have hope because I love you – I've been in love with you, Avery. Probably before I even realize that I was

I want to tell you that I love you I want to tell you that I love you I want to tell you that I love I love I love I love but you do not.

Being in love is better than being in jail, a dentist's chair, or a holding pattern over Philadelphia, but not if he doesn't love you back.

It is so difficult in the world for people to find love, true love.

He was still in love with you, anyway.

La possession de ce qu'on aime est une joie plus grande encore que l'amour. Possessing what one loves is an even greater joy than love itself.

There is no sorrow like a love denied. Nor any joy like love that has its will.

But grief is the ultimate unrequited love. However hard and long we love someone who has died, they can never love us back. At least that is how it feels.

Unrequited love is bad, but unrequitable love can really get you down.

Now and then it's clear to me, that need is love, and love is need.

I ought to have more love before I die. I've not had enough.

Those who love, friends and lovers, know that love is not only a blinding flash, but also a long and painful struggle in the darkness for the realization of definitive recognition and reconciliation.

My darling boy whom I shall never know, My son, I love you in my deepest fears.

The great thing about unrequited love is it's the only kind that lasts.

And I'm stuck in it with no way out. I love you, and I can't stop, and you don't even care!