Quotes About Longing

Roy Orbison is singing for the lonely, hey, that's me and I want you only.

Hey, little dolly with the blue jeans on, I want to ramrod with you, honey, 'til half past dawn.

Now Eros makes a man really want, not a woman, but one particular woman. In some mysterious but quite indisputable fashion the lover desires the Beloved herself, not the pleasure she can give.

But length of days with an evil heart is only length of misery and already she begins to know it. All get what they want; they do not always like it.

People define their life by what they want versus what they have. People get fixated on something and they have to have it, even though that voice inside tells them it's not meant for them.

So I lied to you last night. I said that I just wanted one night with you. But I want every night with you.

A girl in want of a Leopard still has feet.

Is there not a terrible hollowness, mockery, want, craving, in that existence which is given away to others, for want of something of your own to bestow it on?

That is the trouble with happiness-all of it is built on top of something that men want.

Demon or angel or evil spirit, I just need something to show itself. Ghoulie or ghosty or long-legged beastie, I just want my hand held.

No-one wants to hear anything spoken in earnest anymore, unless it happens to involve unrequited, teenage love.

She gave me a hug and for a second I was embraced by a body that makes me want to go home and never eat again.

I knew people want most what they pretend to hate, that it takes courage to say what you really want.

The desire for perfect release and the real-world impossibility of perfect, whenever-you-want-it release had together produced a tension they could no longer stand.

I know you'll think this is crazy, but all I want to do is hold you, and I think that if you'll let me do that just for a few seconds, I can walk away, and never speak to you again.

There's no way to release yourself from a memory. It ends when it wants to end, whether it's in a flash or long after you've begged it to stop.

Yesterday is another world. I want to go back there.

When I am with you, there is nowhere else I'd rather be. And I am a person who always wants to be somewhere else.

It is not desire. Instead it is something deeper. I don't want to be with him constantly and forever. I want to be with him for the moment, and I want the moments to go on forever.

I'm just not prepared to be treated like this anymore.' 'Treated like what?' She sighed, and it was a moment before she spoke. 'Like you always want to be somewhere else, with someone else.

How am I supposed to let you go, that's all I'm asking. I want to hold you again, smell you, and, yes too, I just want you to fade. To please, please fade.

O love, please give me a passionate red recycling bin. I will put my desire in it. I don't ever want to throw love away.

Wouldn't it be something if we could have things we love in abudance without their losing that special attraction the want of them held for us.

I want to sleep like the birds then wake to write you again without hope that you read me.