Quotes About Yearning

Man vill bli älskad, i brist därpå beundrad, i brist därpå fruktad, i brist därpå avskydd och föraktad. Man vill ingiva människorna något slags känsla. Själen ryser för tomrummet och vill kontakt till vad pris som helst.

Det fattades bara, det fattades bara att jag skulle gå genom livet utan att nånsin ha varit din.

We want everything, we want to be everything. We want to experience all the joys of good fortune and the full depths of suffering. We want the excitement of action and the calm of observation. We want the silence of the desert as well as the noise of the forum. Simultaneously we want to be the hermit´s thought and the voice of the people; we want to be both melody and harmony. Simultaneously! How could this be possible?

Jag tror på köttets lust och på själens obotliga ensamhet.

I believe in the lust of the flesh and the incurable desolation of the soul.

Mina drömmar om kärleken - des tycktes mig en gång att de voro så nära, så nära att bli verklighet.

Inimene ihkab armastust, selle puudusel imetlust, selle puudusel kartust, selle puudusel põlgust ja halvakspanu. Ihkab teistes inimestes mis tahes tunnet tekitada. Hing pelgab tühjust ja püüab maksku mis maksab kontakti leida.

Sweet Jude, you're my dearest punishment

I start to speak, but he stops me with a gesture. "And you." He looks at me, his lips curving in something that's not quite a smile; it's more and less than that. "I knew little else, but I always knew you." And when he kisses me, I feel as though I can finally breathe again.

Desire is an odd thing. As soon as it's sated, it transmutes. If we receive golden thread, we desire the golden needle.

You really do want me,' I say, close enough to feel the warmth of his breath as it hitches. 'And you hate it.

I get why he chose her. I just wish she had chosen me.

She knew what it felt like to tremble like that before touching someone -- desire so acute that it became despair.

I've wanted this and feared it, and now that it's happening, I don't know how I will ever want anything else.

I would remain nearer you for what time there is." "Gone in one faerie sigh," she quoted. Leather-clad fingers brushed over her short hair, rested on her cheek. "I can hold my breath.

She knew she shouldn't feel that way about a monster, but right then, she wanted nothing more than a monster of her very own.

It turns out that having kissed someone, the possibility of kissing hangs over everything, no matter how terrible an idea it was the first time.

I would settle for even his worst self, his cruelest trickster self, if only he could be here." -Jude Duarte

I hope Cardan misses me.

So I'm scared, because you're not just not human, you're not like anyone....there's nobody like you in all the world and it's you I want. I want you and I hate wanting things and I especially hate admitting I want them.

But there's nothing you like better than when it hurts a little, is there?" Lucien asked. Gavriel's bloody mouth lifted in a voluptuous smile. "Sure there is. I like it when it hurts a lot.

Maybe I even miss being afraid. I feel as though I am dreaming away my days, restless, never fully awake.

He presses his mouth to the pulse point of my wrist, racing in time with my heart. "Mock me all you like. Whatever I imagined then, now it is I who would beg and grovel for a kind word from your lips." His eyes are black with desire. "By you, I am forever undone.

In the mortal world, when I thought you were my enemy, I still missed you.