Quotes about Pining

I'm tired and I'm sick to death of being without you.

The air I breathe in a room empty of you is unhealthy.

Stayes not on Man; to God his Tower intends   Siege and defiance: Wretched man! what food   Will he convey up thither to sustain   Himself and his rash Armie, where thin Aire   Above the Clouds will pine his entrails gross,   And famish him of Breath, if not of Bread?

All your life an unattainable ecstasy has hovered just beyond the grasp of your consciousness.