Longing Quotes

"Long before, I recognise the sound of those footsteps; O life, we know you from afar."

Firaq Gorakhpuri

"I asked for a long life and was given four days; two passed in longing, and two in waiting."

Bahadur Shah Zafar

"So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."

F. Scott Fitzgerald

“Hearken to the reed-flute, how it complains, lamenting its banishment from its home.”

“Every one who is left far from his source wishes back the time when he was united with it.”

“I am a cage, in search of a bird.”

“If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world.”

"The song I came to sing remains unsung to this day."

"I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument."

"Listen to the reed flute, how it tells a tale, complaining of separations."

"My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; my heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer."

Robert Burns

"And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation."

Kahlil Gibran

“Our hearts are restless until they rest in You.”

Saint Augustine

“It's spring fever. You don't quite know what it is you DO want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!”

Mark Twain

“As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.”

The Bible (Psalm 42:1)

“You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope.”

Jane Austen

“Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs.”

“See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek!”

“Wild nights! Wild nights! Were I with thee, wild nights should be our luxury!”

Emily Dickinson

“My love is as a fever, longing still for that which longer nurseth the disease.”

“I cannot exist without you - I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again.”

John Keats

“By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth.”

The Bible (Song of Solomon 3:1)

“She never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, feed on her damask cheek.”