Quotes About Yearning

Only in my dreams has Cardan ever been like this. Begging. Miserable. Powerless.

My greatest weakness has always been my desire for love. It is a yawning chasm within me, and the more that I reach for it, the more easily I am tricked. I am a walking bruise, an open sore.

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

I don't know what I want.' The words come out a whisper, too true by half. 'Destruction and ruin,' she says with a clack of her tongue. 'I can practically smell it on you.

Oak liking me is as silly as the sun liking a storm, but that doesn't stop my desire for it. Me, with my sharp teeth and chilly skin. It's absurd. It's grotesque.

He looked away, his gaze going toward the dais, and Kaye realised he was looking at the girl. The mortal girl. "What I want," he said, "is for Dain never to get the throne. Failing that, I'd love to see the whole Court of Termites walk out of here without your king's pledging anything. But then it is my nature to only want things I cannot have.

It's too easy. I'm hungry for kindness. Hungry for attention. I want and want and want.

I want to feel more, but every time I look at it, I feel less.

High King Cardan smiles down the table indulgently and yawns like a cat. His hair is messy, as though he did no more than finger-comb it since rising from my bed. Our eyes meet, and I am the one who looks away, my face hot. Kiss me until I am sick of it.

Right then, I feel as though he sees everything—every hope of my heart, every stray thought I've had before falling into an exhausted sleep each dawn.

Desire is an odd thing. As soon as it's sated, it transmutes.

I cannot share my secrets with her, even to brag. And I admit that I desperately want to brag.

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

My greatest weakness has always been my desire for love. It is a yawning chasm within me, and the more than I reach for it, the more easily I am tricked. I am a walking bruise, an open sore. If Oak is masked, I am a face with all the skin ripped off. Over and over, I have told myself that I need to guard against my own yearnings, but that hasn't worked. I must try something new.

Búrlate de mí cuanto quieras. Da igual con qué fantaseara en aquel entonces, ahora soy yo el que suplicaría de rodillas para recibir una palabra bonita de tus labios. —Sus ojos negros están cargados de deseo—. Eres mi condena eterna." Cardan a Jude

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

Oak's hooves clatter against the floor, and then he's on his knees in front of me, all golden hair and fox eyes and worry. 'Wren,' he breathes, reaching through the iron bars, even though they singe his wrists. His fingers run through my hair.

Something is really wrong with me, to want what I hate, to want someone who despises me, even if he wants me, too. My only comfort is that he doesn't know what I feel.

Desire hits me like a kick to the stomach. It's like fighting, except what we're fighting for is to crawl inside each other's skin.

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

I still feel the warm pressure of his fingers against my skin. Something is really wrong with me, to want what i hate, to want someone who despises me, even if he wants me, too. My only comfort is that he doesn't know what i feel.

This is the real Coldtown. I'm the real Coldtown. You still want in?

And yet, what she longed for was for him to slide into bed and put his hand on her shoulder, to tell her he knew she was awake. To say that he loved her desperately and wanted to confess all the things he'd kept from her, and all the reasons for them. It was a childish desire, a wish for the world to not be as it was, for people to act in ways they just didn't. It was the wish of a sucker, ready to be fleeced for everything she had.

Maybe it isn't the worst thing to want to be loved, even if you're not.