Quotes About Longing

Anytime his gaze fell upon her, it was always the same. That awful chest pain, so relentless it was like his heart exploded.

Everything I have ever wanted to be, every dream, every desire is reflected in your eyes.

He did not have anything on him except her thoughts, except the good times he had once shared and the bad times he so desperately wanted to forget.

For all the way he loved her. Every song had her memory, every rain had her smell, and every girl had her face.

The first time he saw her she reminded him of a distant memory of falling from a height.

James Patterson, First Love

I loved you without knowing it, and I looked for your memory.In empty houses I entered with a lantern to steal your portrait

It may not seem like much - a few kisses in the dark - but it was enough to burn a hole like an ulcer in my heart.

Fear no more as long as her memory surrounds you like a ghost…cry no more as long as she weeps for you like a willow.

She was also a memory, the worst kind of memory--the kind that pulled you to your knees at just the sound of her name.

Of course she wants him to forget her. The last place she wants to reside is in his thoughts. What an unpleasant place to be.

I don't want to break my memories with you.

Across galaxies of time and spaceTravelling just to see your faceLost amidst the countless starsTo bring me back to where you are.

Love people, not places. Places don't miss you when you're gone.

As the waves relentlessly seek the shore, so my thoughts continually return to you.

I wasn't ready for goodbye, not now, not yet. Stay with me tonight, please don't go just yet.

You're too far for my hands to hold you, but too near for my heart to love you.

The void can only be filled with love.

I would like to be with you, but I do love my loneliness too.

Never ask me to reach for the moon when all I want is to hold your hand." -- Fidelis O Mkparu, author of 'Love's Affliction

if you eat menand still feel like you're starving, you're craving something that they cannot give.

If I shut everything else out and filled the room with memories, the past could become the present, and I could live there, with him. I would never leave.

I miss your silent stature, your avoided days of disaster, your present state of distress.I'm cinnamon, cloves and fire, you are the rested cedarwood of desire.

Kiss me. My lips are on fire.You, my friend, are the object of mysecret desire.