Quotes About Longing

And no matter what you do or how hard you try, you can't stop yourself from dreaming.

There are moments when I would love to fall asleep with my head on somebody's shoulder, just because I was so used to that for so long.

Love is best a phantom than reality, better in the chase than caught.

i hate leaving places i love i was never at one place long. am i selfish?

love doesn't follow the rules... nothing is worth having so much as something unattainable.

She was forced to consider the startling fact that the love of her life might not actually be someone with whom she could spend a lifetime.

Loneliness is not being alone, It's loving others to no avail.

Love and joy are incredibly habit-forming; often a single exposure is enough to cause permanent addiction.

I never use the word, it's loaded. What love means to me is need.

To rage, to lust, to write to, to commend, All is the purlieu of the god of love.

Love is just a shout in the void.

I never was in love - yet the voice and the shape of a woman has haunted me these two days.

The love-lorn nightingale nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well.

The very longing for contentment that ought to drive us to simplicity of life and labors of love contents itself instead with the broken cisterns of prosperity and comfort.

It would be good to live in a perpetual state of leave-taking, never to go nor to stay, but to remain suspended in that golden emotion of love and longing; to be loved without satiety.

She was with me. She did all of those things and so many more, things I would never tell anyone, and she never even loved me. Now that's love.

She felt as if she were brimming, always producing and hoarding more love inside her. But there was no release.

...he was leaving me. I wondered if I should stop him. If I should wrestle him to the ground and force him to love me. I wanted to hold his shoulders down and shout into his face.

Sadness of love without release.

I did not need to know if he could love me. I needed to know if he could need me.

After love a formal feeling comes.

She wasn't in love but she would love him, if that would save her.

If I had a hundred kingdoms, I would trade them all for you, my dearest love. I was nothing until you.

I knew that the deepest of tragedies was simple: to love, and not to be loved in return.