Till then I wasn't alive, I longed for you like the love sick moon pulls the tide
Till then I wasn't alive, I longed for you like the love sick moon pulls the tide
Methinks I lied all winter, when I sworeMy love was infinite, if spring makes it more.
The beauty of a fragment is that it still supports the hope of brilliant completeness.
Själva längtan är beviset på att det vi längtar efter finns.
I know she is coming I know she will look And that is the longing And this is the book.
People often miss things that don't exist--miss things that were but are not anymore.
Amidst the chaos of the cities, a part of you always yearns for the silence of the woods.
On the inside, the copycats of the ruffians are more delicate than the copycats of prudes.
Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it inflames the great.
this heart yearns...for the salt of unsmelt airunswept thunderstorms...unknown adventures.
Be careful what you wish for. It may turn out that making the wish was the only good part.
I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps outLooking, with its hooks, for something to love.
I miss you every second of every minute, every minute of every hour, every hour of everyday.
Wanting him to come back before anyone notices part of the world has not moved since he left.
You can love someone so much… But you can never love someone as much as you miss them.