Quotes About Yearning

I've loved you from the first hour of our meeting. I loved you and despaired. Before I die, I want you to know that.

But even with distance between us, the longing to touch him persists

You really do want me.¨ I say, close enough to feel the warmth of his breath as it hitches. ¨And you hate it.¨ page 307

At the window of my room, I catch my reflection in the glass. Shaggy black hair. Sneer.I look like a hungry ghost, glowering in at a world I am no longer fit to be a part of.

I hate you because I think of you. Often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop.

I don't want anyone normal. I don't want anyone safe. I want you. I have loved you from almost the first moment I saw you, wild and fierce and brave...

What I want is him back, him standing beside me, him laughing at all this. I would settle for even his worst self, his cruellest trickster self, if only he could be here.

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. The memory of his mouth on mine shimmers in the air between us.

come home and fight with me. come home and shout at me. come home and break my heart, if you must. just come home

Let our King be made from ice. He wished it too, wished for the ice that encased the branches out on the hill to freeze his heart.

Love is greedy

She was teetering on the cusp of adulthood. Three-quarters child, one-quarter yearning. Her dreams were confused kaleidoscopes of swanning through the sets of TV shows, drinking cocktails that looked like vodka martinis and tasted like Sprite, wearing lipstick and pumps covered in red craft glitter, and marrying someone who was half pop star and half stuffed animal.

I imagine giving up. No more peering through windows, mourning the loss of a life that could never again be mine. No more hopeless desire. No more uncertain future. No more terror.

it cost me something to be the way I am. But I do not know what. And I don't know if I can get it back. I don't even know if I want it.

She wanted to tell him about Valentina and how she had to go, how she'd promised she's help, and how she would help, except that right then she didn't want to help anyone so much as to kiss him and maybe bite him again, too, but mostly kiss him and do all the things that came after kissing.

La ausencia aminora las pequeñas pasiones y agranda las grandes.

I am ready to eat out of the prince's hand as tamely as a dove. It's too easy. I'm hungry for kindness. Hungry for attention. I want and want and want.

In the darkness, everything is different. The air feels thick. My skin itches. I close my eyes, but that just plunges me deeper into nothingness. It's like being out in space, drifting, without even the comfort of stars. It's like being buried in the earth, buried in my past, buried and trying to dig my way out.

He had begged for the heart of stone, but for the first time, he felt the weight of it in his chest.

I don't care. I run into his arms. Cardan's fingers dig into my back. [...] But he holds me as though I am the only solid thing in the world.

I take a deep breath, at home and homesick all at the same time.

This is what you wanted, isn't it? he asks. What you sacrificed everything for. Go on. It's all yours.

I am hungry. I realize, but I feel too sick to eat. Is this what it is to be brokenhearted? I am not sure it is Locke I am sick over, so much as the world the way it was before the coronation began. But if I could undo the passing of the days, why not unwind them to before I killed Valerian, why not unwind them until my parents are alive, why not unwind them all the way to the beginning?

Love is greedy," Rhyia said, drawing her bow. She spotted a bird high in the trees and chosen it to be her quarry. Her words bothered me, although I suppose my love for Locke was greedy too. But love was also transofrming.