Buck Owens Quotes

I have always been the lover - never the beloved - and I have spent much of my life waiting for trains, planes, boats, footsteps, doorbells, letters, telephones, snow, rain, thunder.

I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it -- to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once.

So it persists, for many of us, hunger channeled into some internal circuitry of longing, routed this way and that, emerging in a thousand different forms. The diet form, the romance form, the addiction form, the overriding hunger for this purchase or that job, this relationship or that one. Hunger may be insatiable by nature, it may be fathomless, but our will to fill it, our often blind tenacity in the face of it, can be extraordinary.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I can't go long without you either, Eva. You're an addiction...my obsession.

Desire grows by what it feeds on.

When I drank, the part that felt dangerous and needy grew bright and strong and real. The part that coveted love kicked into gear. The yes grew louder than the no.

Love—the desire to love and be loved, to hold and be held, to give love even if your experience as a recipient has been compromised or incomplete—is the constant on the continuum of hunger, it's what links the anorexic to the garden-variety dieter, it's the persistent pulse of need and yearning behind the reach for food, for sex, for something.

Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe, love is a banquet on which we feed.

Love is when the desire to be desired takes you so badly that you feel you could die of it.

Without you my air tastes like nothing. For you I hold my breath.

There is nothing in this world that I want or need, but you.

The only thing that has ever consumed me is love from time to time. Feeling like, 'What is it? How do I get it?'

I've never been in love. I will die without knowing what it feels like to need to see one person's face when you go to sleep at night, to crave seeing it when you wake up. I wish I knew.

I wish our love was right now.

There were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit. There were grief and the ruins, and you were the miracle.

I wonder if you can understand, I never really knew what it was to want, until you.

I Cannot Exist Without You. I Am Forgetful Of Everything But Seeing You Again.

She thought she was independent and strong, but she got one small taste of love and she was hungrier than anyone. She was ravenous.

Before you, I believed love was making love. Waiting only makes me love you more.

I'd forgotten how that sort of craving felt, how it rose suddenly and loudly from the pit of my stomach like a flock of startle birds, then floated back down in the slow, beguiling way of feathers.

All I see is people out there who are hungry for more.

Nothing feeds a hunger like a thirst

In Lilly's eyes her beautiful clear water eyes there is what I have sought and never found, wanted and never had, hoped for and never discovered. Love.

I’m addicted to your allure and I’m fiending for a cure.