Quotes About Longing

This kiss was hello.It was I've missed you, I've craved you, I've never forgotten you.This kiss was love.

I wish there was a word more than 'love' itself to convey what I feel for you.

True love is a mirage… it does exist. We do get enamored and infatuated by it but we have to keep following it till eternity.

I can't explain why your name seems so familiar to me, or why it feels like I've heard your voice a thousand times before, but I can explain this ~ your the type of chaos Id bleed for.

I didn't know someone whom I wasn't seeking, could make me feel like I didn't need to search anymore.

And when at last I find you your song will fill the air.

If i can't be your true love, i want to be your worst nightmare.

You realize how much you love someone once that someone is gone…gone forever, and you are filled with regret and sadness.

No matter how old you are, you always want your mother's love and acceptance. I guess I'm hoping one day I'll get it back.

I gotta go but... I miss you. That's all.""I miss you too", I say hugging my body tightly with the sleeves of his shirt.This... Is falling.

After all these years, my heart still wants you. It still misses you. it still aches for you. I can't control what my heart wants, I could just deny it of it... Love, Viv

I know you are mine, not in my life bout in my memories

I'm crazy about him and I'm crazy without him!

With bated breath we wait for the scent of perfection, accompanied by the freshness of love.

Love enters us like a vague ailment. Your head spins. Your underarms tingle. Love hurts and love has consequences: marriage, babies, separation, longing, human complications.

What is love? Imagine a helium balloon tied down and then you cut the ropes on a windy day. That is love.

I was besieged by a yearning, a craving, a burning desire. My heart had opened like one of those mysterious flowers that only bloom at night.

They sought the pain they knew so well and called it love.

The sweetest misery is that caused by love.

I know your eyes in the morning sunI feel you touch me in the pouring rainAnd the moment that you wander far from meI wanna feel you in my arms again

Jean's desires, like those of all men in love, were concentrated on the impossible.

you're gone andyour unfinished poemlies alone on my desk—empty of tears, I only hope it rains today

Like hot foodI love youlike warmbread & coldcuts, buttersammichesor, days later, afterThanksgivingwhen I wantwhatever's left

I spend most nights at home falling in love with the idea of you.