A river starts by longing for the ocean... — Will Advise
A river starts by longing for the ocean... — Will Advise
A river starts by longing for the ocean... — Will Advise
A river starts by longing for the ocean... — Will Advise
A river starts by longing for the ocean... — Will Advise
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A river starts by longing for the ocean...

— Will Advise
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More “Longing” Quotes

Did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there.. — Train, Train - Drops of Jupiter
I couldn't take my eyes off him. Like a desert wanderer afraid of mirages, I gazed at my oasis, but he was real. — Laura Whitcomb, A Certain Slant of Light
God, you smell nice,” he whispered. “I've missed that smell. I've missed everything about you, little Ann. — Wendy Higgins, Sweet Peril
Without turning on the light, I went to my bed and lay down, my arm thrown across the mattress, my hand aching because G — Maggie Stiefvater, Linger
Benvolio: What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short. — William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
He was in my hair, my eyes, my fingers, my heart. I day-dreamed about what he was doing, thinking, seeing, smelling, fee — Lisa See, Peony in Love
I still had this idea that there was a whole world of marvelous golden people somewhere, as far ahead of me as the senio — Richard Yates, Revolutionary Road
And there you have it...if I knew that I could only have a few nights in that man's arms or nothing, I would take those — Karen Marie Moning, To Tame a Highland Warrior
It seemed as though he gave way all at once; he was so languid that he could not control his thoughts; they would wander — Elizabeth Gaskell, North and South
Till then I wasn't alive, I longed for you like the love sick moon pulls the tide — Corinne Bailey Rae
Erotic longing is really a longing to merge with something greater than oneself. For every kind of love is a force that — Julianne Davidow
In fact her maturity and blood kinship converted her passion to fever, so it was more affliction than affection. It lite — Toni Morrison, Song of Solomon