Quotes About Longing

And most people have a woman in their heart, most men have a woman in their heart and most women have a man in their heart.

My heart sings of your longing for me, and my thoughts climb down to marvel at your mercy. I do not fear as you gather up my days. Your name is the sweetness of time, and you carry me close into the night, speaking consolations, drawing down lights from the sky, saying, See how the night has no terrors for one who remembers the name.

My friends are gone and my hair is grey. I ache in places I used to play. And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on. I'm just paying my rent every day in the tower of song.

I dreamed about you baby. It was just the other night. Most of you was naked Ah, but some of you was light.

I loved you when you opened like a lily to the heat; you see I'm just another snowman standing in the rain and sleet who loved you with his frozen love, his second hand physique, with all he is and all he was a thousand kisses deep.

I know she is coming I know she will look And that is the longing And this is the book.

So the great affair is over but whoever would have guessed it would leave us all so vacant and so deeply unimpressed It's like our visit to the moon or to that other star I guess you go for nothing if you really want to go that far.

Fare thee well my nightingale I lived but to be near you Though you are singing somewhere still I can no longer hear you

You came to me this morning And you handled me like meat You'd have to be a man to know How good that feels, how sweet

I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you, I'm glad you stood in my way.

The Remote I often think about you when I'm lying alone in my room with my mouth open and the remote lost somewhere in the bed.

Marita, Please find me, I am almost 30

Yo no sé nada de amor, pero algo como el amor arrancó de mi garganta, con mil anzuelos, las siguientes palabras: -PORQUE TE NECESITO, F.

I ache in the places where I used to play...

And she comes to his hand but she's not really tame she longs to be lost, he longs for the same.

Dearest Shell, If you let me I'd always keep you 400 miles away and write you pretty poems and letters. . .I'm afraid to live anywhere but in expectation.

What I loved in my old life--I haven't forgotten--it lives in my spine.

Now I need your hidden love, I'm cold as a new razor blade. You left when I told you I was curious… I never said that I was brave. from "So Long Marianne

I needed so much To have nothing to touch I've always been greedy that way

I looked for you in everyone And they called me on that too I lived alone but I was only Coming back to you

Listen to the one who has not been wounded, the one who says, 'It is not good that man should be alone.' Recall your longing to the loneliness where it was born, so that when she appears, she will stand before you, not against you. Refine your longing here, in the small silver music of her preparations, under the low-built shelter of repentance.

Refine your longing here, in the small silver music of her preparations, under the low-built shelter of repentance.

And when the hunger for your touch Rises from the hunger, You whisper, "You have loved enough, Now let me me the Lover.

TAKE THIS LONGING