Quotes About Longing

We all miss you so much. It just never ends. It feels like we were all wounded in your battle, Caroline. I miss you. I love you.

At least if I keep my love a secret, he and I can still have this wonderful, odd, exciting relationship where I love him in silence and pretend he's loving me in silence too.

I kind of wanted someone to rearrange the stars so they spelled out his words. I needed them big and bright, and somewhere I could see then when things felt dark. I love you. And I'm so, so proud.

Deeply in love with you, I feel the keen pain of your absence.

who is the love of my life? Maybe I don't have one. Maybe it's not love at all. But if it's not love, then what is it? I wish I knew.

I have to go," he said at last, getting to his feet. "I shouldn't even be here, but I cannot keep my self away from you. I worry about you in every waking moment. I love you, Luce. So much it hurts.

My former people were not totally wrong. Love is a kind of possession. It's a poison. And if Alex no longer loves me, I can't bear to think that he might love somebody else.

Oh, I've a love, a true, true love, who waits upon yon shore... and if my love won't be my love, then I will live no more.

Had sigh'd to many, though he loved but one.

It's so dreadful to have nothing to love - life is so empty - and there's nothing worse than emptiness.

When I wrote my book I wanted to love someone. I wanted to be in love. Now I know that I shall never be in love - and I no longer wish to be.

Love sorrows are addictive as other sorrows are not.

I love you in my dreams, but not in real life.

I was in love with Scott Bennett. That I had been in love with him my whole life, practically.

It is impossible that a fish doesn't carry any smell of the sea and a real love, of the melancholy!

The ancient Greeks, poets, authors and philosophers all puzzled over the question but nobody really knows what love is - including me. Longing for another person is an exciting mental experience.

Then he almost but didn't say the two sentence he'd been meaning to say for years: part of me is made of glass, and also, I love you

Love, always love. Perhaps that's what we're all looking for.

Love is short, but forgetting is long.

We fall in love more deeply when were unhappy.

How long could you love a woman who didn't love you, Cecil? A woman who didn't love me? Oh, all my life!

Love is great, love is fine. Out the box, out of line. The affliction of the feeling leaves me wanting more.

If love drove people mad, what would lack of love do?

I used to be scared of loosing you and it happened just as I had thought. I wonder if you ever feel hurt about having lost the love we had. Do you feel the pain that I feel?