Quotes About Longing

I loved the way he kissed me, as if he had to, as if he'd go crazy if he didn't and had nearly waited too long.

The only way I'm keeping my hands off her is if I'm dead. Find another way to fix us.

People get over love. They can live without it, they can move on. Love can be lost and found again. But that won't happen for me. I won't survive you, Eva.

I didn't know I was looking for anything until I saw you.

I loved the way he kissed me, as if he had to, as if he'd go crazy if he didn't and had nearly waited too long.

I am obsessed with you, angel. Addicted to you. You're everything i've ever wanted or needed, everything i've dreamed of. You're everything. I live and breathe you. For you.

I can't go long without you either, Eva. You're an addiction...my obsession...

I love you. Still not the right word, but i know you want to hear it.

I love you—oh, how terribly I love you—but I could not live in your world for more than a little time. The stars have a hold on me; I would miss them, and I—I would be torn in two, Georyn.

What did my hands do before they held you?

Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.

Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren't having any of those.

I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.

There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room. It's like watching Paris from an express caboose heading in the opposite direction--every second the city gets smaller and smaller, only you feel it's really you getting smaller and smaller and lonelier and lonelier, rushing away from all those lights and excitement at about a million miles an hour.

Was it for pleasure that you followed them Putting off your slippers at the door To dance barefoot and blood-foot in the snow? No. What then? What glamoured you? No glamour at all; Only that I remembered I was young And had to put myself into a song. How could time bear witness that I was tall, Silken, and made for love, if I did not so? I do not know. - Earl Cassilis's Lady

He wrote how he "needed to be by himself, so he could miss her, to get some perspective

It was so much more exquisite to long for somebody than to have her there beside him.

Longing that is deeper than want. It's not as simple as desire. It's more like missing something you've never had.

Recollection of fear can be stronger than the original fear itself. Similarly, bliss is sometimes more vivid when recollected. How else do you explain longing? Longing for what has already passed. That's the real pain.

Terminate tormentOf love unsatisfiedThe greater tormentOf love satisfied.

For love would be love of the wrong thing there is yet faith, But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.

You can be the most grateful person in the world, but if you have not arrived at the place God wants you to be, to do the thing God has destined you and only you to do, that longing will never go away.

Out of the millions and millions of people that inhabit this planet, he is one of the tiny few I can never have.

I mean, at the end of the day, what the hell does it matter who I end up with if it can't be you?