Quotes About Yearning

he kisses me, sweet and raw. 'I missed you,' I whisper against his skin and feel dizzy with the intimacy of the admission, feel more naked than when he could see every inch of me. 'In the mortal world, when I thought you were my enemy, I still missed you.' 'My sweet nemesis, how glad I am that you returned.' He pulls my body against his, cradling my head against his chest.

all I want to do is walk in to his arms. I want to drown my worries in his embrace. I want him to say something totally unlike himself, about things being okay. 'Nice dress,' he says instead.

The very thought of being there, of seeing Cardan, speeds my heart. Page 39

High King Cardans presence seems to infect the very air I breathe. For a wild moment, I consider turning and getting out of there before he spots me. I dont know if I can do this. I feel a little dizzy. I dont know if I can look at him and not show on my face any of what I am feeling. Page 60

Let me have everything I ever wanted, everything I ever dreamed, and eternal misery along with it.

Come down, my beauty, my darling, my dove

Nicasia's wrong about me. I don't desire to do as well in the tournament as one of the fey. I want to win. I do not yearn to be their equal. In my heart, I yearn to best them.

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.

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

He hates you, even if he wants you, he hates you. Maybe he hates you all the more for it.

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.

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

Everyone wants magic. It's not just me.

I can't pretend that I don't like the sound of him screaming my name.

Sweet Jude. You are my dearest punishment.

My chest hurts, looking at him. I feel like I can't breathe. Though he is in front of me, the pain of losing him hasn't faded.

But we all want stupid things. That doesn't mean we should have them.

I am dreaming away my days, restless, never fully awake.

I don't want to be a vampire, she told herself over and over again. But in her dreams, she kind of did.

I said I was thinking about you the whole time. - Lila

You ran away,' he said. 'I want to run away.' I shifted into a more comfortable position. It wasn't that I'd run. I hadn't had anywhere else but here to go. My fingers plucked at a piece of grass. He had everything, didn't he? 'Why?' I asked again. 'Because I am tired of people trying to assassinate me.

He leans in for a kiss and

O lady fair! O lady cruel! How I miss your sweet misrule. I miss your hair. I miss your eyes. But most of all, I miss your thighs.

It takes us a long time to wend our way back down the stairs. My hands are in his hair. His mouth is on my neck. My back is against the ancient stone wall. Everything is slow and perfect and makes no sense at all. This can't be my life. This feels nothing like my life.