Quotes About Yearning

I wanted a heaven. And I grew up striving for that world-- an eternal world- that would wash away my temporary misery.

Which is scarier-- lust or temptation?

You know, sometimes you look at me with longing... ... even though I'm here with you.

Her lips tarried at mine. Baiting each other with the warmth of our breath, barely grazing, detouring, then connecting.

Mírame, miénteme, pégame, mátame si quieres Pero no me dejes. No, no me dejes, nunca jamás Ã¢â'¬Â¦

There were torn between wanting to look back and wanting to exist absolutely in the new life they'd created

And I would discover how much of life is defined by what you want to keep and what you are forced to lose.

I took his razor from the shower floor, bits of his black hair still caked between the blades. I took his toothbrush from the sink counter and sucked on the bristles, trying to find the taste of him, but there was only the flavor of watery mint toothpaste....I pulled the sheets off the bed with the idea that I could gather up the imprint of him and save it. I thought, I can unfurl the sheets on our old bed at home. I can lie in the creases formed by his body. I can sleep with him again.

I kissed her again and again and again, greedily, like I was making up for the time I'd lost, like I was making up for all the times I might not get to kiss her again once our parents found out what we'd done, like I was making up for my whole life when I hadn't known her, which seemed unbelievable and like a crime.

Y está triste como una silla abandonada en la mitad del patio azul Los pájaros la rodean Cae una aguja Las hojas resbalan sin tocarla Y está triste en mitad del patio con la mirada baja los pechos alicaídos dos palomas tardas Y un collar sin perro en la mano Como una silla ya vacía.

Me miró supe que me hacía falta. Tanto tiempo me hacía falta.

You walk in my dreams, Leafpool

Like locusts on new corn, Gian had landed on her, struggling to undress as he kissed her.

it struck me as so hard to believe I was really getting what I wanted; it was always easier to feel the lack of something than the thing itself.

He missed Stephanie, the ease between them, her solid and comforting presence. Sitting across from him, in the light of the fire, she blazed with health and well-being and good humor. "I

Instead of some pristine prince charming, she'd much rather have her big, bad wolf.

Just so we're clear, I made love with you the first time because I wanted you more than I wanted breath. That's the same reason I did the second time, too. And the reason I'll do it every chance I get.

But sometimes, the things you wanted most were the things that would destroy you.

As many times as I want," Drake told her, voice rough and dark. "Until you can't breathe without feeling me on every inch of your body.

And if I could control everything," his voice was for her alone, "then I'd already have gotten you, naked, under me, and I wouldn't be so wild with lust that I want to rip apart my own best friend…because you're about to put your mouth on him.

I've been dying to know," he said again, "how you taste." Oh, hell. Her right hand grabbed the back of his head, and she yanked him down toward her. Their mouths met. Open. Ready. Lips kissed. Tongues licked. And—damn! Yes, she wanted. The control she'd held so tightly began to crack. She jerked in her seat, struggling to press against him. He took her mouth. Tasted her. Tormented her. And she met him. No, she fought him, fought him for more.

The way I feel about you-it's wild and it's dark. I want you with me all the time. I want your body, your heart. I want you to need me as much as I need you.

I've never wanted another woman as much as I want you. Never have and I know I never will again. There is something special about you. You make me need. You make me want. You make me go absolutely insane so that nothing else matters but you. That kind of desire can't be contained or controlled. It will make a man desperate. Make him weak.

I must have more. Her lashes slowly lifted and her bright stare met his once more. Her breath was coming fast, so was his, and he waited for her to speak. "That was…" She smiled. "Can we go again?" Fuck, yes.