Quotes About Yearning

Please be real," she gasped. "Please don't be a dream." "I'm real," Matthew said huskily. "Don't cry so hard, there's no—oh, Daisy, love—" He gripped her head in his hands and pressed comforting words against her lips while she struggled to get even closer to him. He eased her to the floor, using the reassuring weight of his body to subdue her.

He, who had never feared anything, was terrified of the power she had over him. And he was afraid of his own desire to have her with him every minute of the day, to stare at her, to hear her voice. He craved her touch. His skin seemed to drink in every caress of her fingers, as if the sensation of her could be woven into the human fabric of his body. It was different from mere sexual need…it was some kind of pathetic, full-blown addiction for which there seemed to be no remedy.

Heath," she whispered, "you're all I want. No one else ... no one . . .

Just you,' Hardy said when he got his breath back. 'All I want is you.

Beatrix wished she were a swooning sort of female. It seemed the only appropriate response to the situation. Unfortunately, no matter how she tried to summon a swoon, her mind remained intractably conscious.

Sometimes you meet a really nice guy, but no matter how you try, you can't seem to make yourself want him. But that's not nearly as bad as when you meet the wrong guy, and you can't make yourself not want him.

Cam had never seen anything like the mute longing that St. Vincent felt for his own wife. No one could fail to observe that whenever Evie entered the room, St.Vincent practically vibrated like a tuning fork.

Sweetheart." He let out a serrated breath. "You tempt me just by being in the same room with me.

I had never felt the allure of another human being this strongly, warmth and curiosity mixing to form an unspoken question in the air.

It's just...Hardy was always the one I was supposed to end up with. He was everything I dreamed of and wanted. But damn it, why did he have to show up when I thought I'd finally gotten over him?

Pretend you're mine," he urged, his arms closing around her. "Just for a minute. Pretend there's never been anyone but me, that I'm the one you're promised to. Do it for me....I'll never ask again.

Captain Christopher Phelan 1st Battalion Rifle Brigade Cape Mapan Crimea June 1855 Dearest Christopher, I can't write to you again. I'm not who you think I am. I didn't mean to send love letters, but that is what they became. On their way to you, my words turned into heartbeats on the page. Come back, please come home and find me. --[unsigned]

He leaned over her shoulder, until his mouth was at her tingling ear. "Perhaps I'll appear at your window one midnight," he whispered, "to tempt you for a ride across earth and ocean.

Eventually Sebastian stood, bringing his aroused body against hers, his forehead pressed to the door behind her. Evie linked her arms around his lean waist, her eyes closed as she rested her cheek against his shoulder. "The bargain…" she mumbled. "You said I could kiss you," came his gentle, wicked whisper near her ear. "But, my love…you didn't specify where.

Aún. La tentadora promesa incrustada en esa palabra le cortó el aliento.

Aline," he interrupted tersely, "the forces of heaven and hell combined couldn't stop me from making love to you right now." That hardly left room for ambiguity.

It's taking all the self-control I've got to keep my hands off you. Don't play games with me, sweetheart. It's too easy for you to torture me, and I'm at my limit. To put to rest any doubts you might have…I'm jealous of every man who comes within ten feet of you. I'm jealous of the clothes on your skin and the air you breathe. I'm jealous of every moment you spend out of my sight.

Let me kiss you here," he coaxed. "Just once." "Oh, God… no." She reached down and weakly pushed his hand away. "It's a sin." "How do you know?" "Because it feels like one," she managed to say. He laughed quietly and pulled her hips farther toward him with a decisiveness that drew a little yelp from her. "In that case… I never sin by half measures.

Then go find another woman," she said flatly. "I want you. Only you. The devil knows why," Sebastien glared at her.

The glittering light of eight chandeliers was reflected in her upturned eyes, filling them with tiny sparks that made the blue irises look like a starry summer midnight. She was staring at him with an intensity that she had never shown before, as if she yearned for something she might never have. The look disquieted him, eliciting a powerful need to satisfy her in any way possible. Whatever she might have asked him for in that moment, he would have given without a qualm.

He pulled the truck back onto the road and floored it, while the words ran through his mind in a constant loop. Don't leave. Don't leave.

The first moment I saw you, I knew you were my share of the world. I've always loved you. If I could choose my fate, I'd never be parted from you. Acushla . . . pulse of my heart, breath of my soul . . . there's nothing on this earth more fair and fine than you. Your shadow on the ground is sunlight to me.

He tried to say her name, but it came out as "Merry." A word of joy, shaped in longing.

All he knew was that after he left, he'd have to learn how to live with his heart beating somewhere far away.