Quotes About Longing

Please come to me, Cat, because there's no surviving you. You don't have to love me back. You don't have to be mine. Just let me be yours.

It was unfair that people who longed for love the most, searched the hardest for it, found it so elusive.

Hell was waking up alone, the sheets wet with your tears and your seed, knowing the woman you had dreamed of would never come back to you.

Why did New York feel more like home to me than home did? I'd heard of love at first sight, but I didn't know it could happen with a whole city.

I am never long, even in the society of her I love, without yearning for the company of my lamp and my library.

I missed him. Love, I realized, was something your spine memorized. There was nothing you could do about that.

I want to pretend there's such a thing as requited love. As the endurance of love.

Veils of love which was only hate petrified by longing--that was me.

Life for the unhappy is an endless search for 'the good parent,' one who will truly love him instead of making him afraid.

There is no use in loving things if you have to be torn from them, is there? And it's so hard to keep from loving things, isn't it?

When the heart stops for one beat it is desire, when it stops for one life time it is love

If the American people don't love me, their descendants will.

In love, sometimes what you fear is exactly what you need.

Because you know that's not how you want it to end. You know I'd love to have you with me, and it will be that way, one day. But this isn't the way it ought to happen.

I like older boys, but they think, 'She's underage.' I'd love to have somebody in mind when I sing.

Love is the pursuit of shadows.

His mouth is on me, his hands, I can't wait and he's moving, already, love, it's been so long, I'm alive in my skin, again, arms around him, falling and water softly everywhere, never-ending.

Many love me, but by none am I enough beloved.

Did you love well what you very soon left? Come home and take me in your arms and take away this stomach ache, headache, heartache.

I could have loved you once And said it But then you went away And when you came back Love was a forgotten word, Remember?

Away! Away! Tempt me no more insidious love.

More than once I have been humiliated by my resemblance to God the father; He is always longing for the love of His children and trying to get it on the cheapest and laziest terms He can invent.

I'd been in love with her for years. I never left this suburban town. I didn't go to university. I went to Audrey.

She let herself love me for three minutes. Can three minutes last forever? I ask myself, but already know the answer. Probably not, I reply. But maybe they last long enough.