Quotes About Yearning

Think of opening your legs to my kiss, Anna," he commanded, watching how desire burned her and made her tremble, devouring her need. "Think of my tongue, my mouth, think how the heat will stir you, make you need what only I give you. How you will cry out, and beg for more.

Hombre pequeñito que jaula me das. Digo pequeñito porque no me entiendes, ni me entenderás. Tampoco te entiendo, pero mientras tanto ábreme la jaula que quiero escapar. Hombre pequeñito, te amé media hora, no me pidas más.

Un día habré dormido con un sueño tan largo que ni tus besos puedan avivar el letargo. Un día estaré sola, como está la montaña entre el largo desierto y la mar que la baña.

Ah, me resisto, mas me tienes toda, tú, que nunca serás del todo mío.

Demoro verte. No quiero verte. Porque temo destruir el recuerdo de la última vez que te vi.

Estás circulando por mis venas. Yo te siento deslizar pausadamente. Apoyo los dedos en las arterias de las sienes, del cuello, de los puños, para palparte.

Pongo las manos sobre mi corazón y siento que late desesperado. -¿Qué quieres tú? Y me contesta: -Romper tu pecho, echar alas, agujerear las paredes, atravesar las casas, volar, loco, a través de la ciudad, encontrarle, ahuecar su pecho y juntarme al suyo.

En una columna me apoyo, y te sueño. Mi mejilla, en contacto con el frío mármol, hiela mi corazón. Gruesas lágrimas caen de mis ojos. Soy feliz, pero lloro.

Cómo decir este deseo de alma? Un deseo divino me devora; pretendo hablar, pero se rompe y llora esto que llevo adentro y no se calma.

Qué mundos tengo dentro del alma que ha tiempo vengo pidiendo medios para volar?

Gone — flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart.

I deeply wished I could make the stars all come down and breathe them; disappear in them

Look at the sun! It's dry, it's dead, it needs a drink, it wants blood! And I'll give it blood!

Your name, merely your name, floods my brain to a point of sweet disgust.

My heart, still full of her, traveled over her face, and found her there no more... I had thought to myself that a woman unknown had adopted by chance that voice and those eyes and I let the chilly statue pass looking athe skies

Pourquoi promenez-vous ces spectres de lumière Devant le rideau noir de nos nuits sans sommeil, Puisqu'il faut qu'ici-bas tout songe ait son réveil, Et puisque le désir se sent cloué sur terre, Comme un aigle blessé qui meurt dans la poussière, L'aile ouverte, et les yeux fixés sur le soleil ?

Malgré moi, l'infini me tourmente

L'absence ni le temps ne sont rien quand on aime.

A kiss that is never tasted, is forever and ever wasted.

I always watched the show thinking, 'Wouldn't it be great to be a member?', but I never thought it would happen.

I didn't come east of the Mississippi for the first time in my life until I was 26 years of age, but I knew. I read magazines, I listened to radio, I watched television. I knew there was something out there, and I wanted a part of it.

I can remember watching 'Lord of the Rings' and being truly regretful that I wasn't a being in that world.

When I was five years old, I remember watching the opening of the Oscars with my mother and crying as I watched celebrities walk in on the red carpet. Why would any child cry watching the Oscars? For me, the reason was simple: I wanted to be there so badly that I burst into tears.

I always think the most romantic books or films are the ones where the romance doesn't happen, because it makes your heart ache so much watching it.