Tom Petty Quotes

His heart hurt with the wanting of it, the hurt no less painful for being difficult to explain.

Any happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing I could never have him.

Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain. I love you still among these cold things. Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels that cross the sea towards no arrival. I see myself forgotten like those old anchors. The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there. My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose. I love what I do not have. You are so far. My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights. But night comes and starts to sing to me.

She had never experienced the pain of unsatisfied desire before. It hurt. It hurt like nothing she'd ever felt, and there seemed to be no remedy

Longing hearts could only stand so much longing.

God only knows how much I'd love you if you let me, but I can't break through at all.

You are so close, and I can’t reach you.

Oh, my darling, wish you were here! And my dark soul is happy again, because it does not know how to be anything else for very long, and because the pain is a deep dark sea in which I would drown if I did not sail my little craft steadily over the surface, steadily towards a sun which will never rise.

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

Nostalgia is something we think of as fuzzy. But it's pain. Pain concerning the past.

It's probably the worst feeling in the world, when you're deeply and madly in love with a woman and you know she's not feeling you the same way, and you don't know why.

Like you and your woman ain't gettin' along and you're in love. You can't sleep at nights. Your mind is on her - on whatever. You know, that's the blues. You can't hug that money at night. You can't kiss it.

Love and despair go hand in hand.

When something you love gets taken away, it hurts you.

Everybody's lost somebody, and I think they all miss them incredibly.

I am so homesick every day of the week.

He looks out into the empty street, allowing me to sit in his car and just miss her. To miss her each time I pull in a breath of air. To miss her with a heart that feels so cold by itself, but warm when thoughts of her flow through me.

Sooner or later everyone was driven to love someone they could never have.

My purpose, my whole life, had been to love him and be with him, to make him happy. I didn’t want to cause any unhappiness now—in that way, I decided it was probably better than he wasn’t here to see this, though I missed him so much at that moment the ache of it was as bad as the strange pains in my belly.

i know someday you'll have a beautiful life. I know you'll be a sun in somebody else's sky. But why can't it be mine?

O heart! O heart! if she'd but turn her head You'd know the folly of being comforted.

i miss you so much it's giving me a pain in my pancreas.

Love's lengthways splits the heart in two - the heart where you are, the heart where you want to be.

I wondered if he ever thought of me, and hated the pang I felt when I told myself he didn't.