Quotes About Yearning

Possession. Demand. Control. He wants it all. - denial

only person I have left in this world is also missing. Gio

He was in my hair, my eyes, my fingers, my heart. I day-dreamed about what he was doing, thinking, seeing, smelling, feeling. I could not eat for thoughts of him.

In that moment I understood that the cruelest words in the universe are if only.

In every message she spoke of birds, of flight, of the world away. Even back then, she flew against what was presented to her. I wanted to cling to her wings and soar, no matter how intimidated I was.

Do you trust me?" Tam said it almost too softly to be heard. I hesitated, sighed, then reached down and took his hand. Tam's fingers wrapped warm and strong around mine. The magic sparked between us, though this time it was warm and tingling, not violent and lustful. "Though you're the last thing I need," I muttered. I heard the smile in his voice. "But I'm the first thing you want.

I have always loved you... Since the first day I saw you, and even more with each day. The loving of you threatens to undo me now.

Saints, woman, what you do to me... Zara, you're turning me inside-out.

I am, perhaps, too intellectual, too modern, for my own comfort! How lovely it would be to sink into the warm comfort of established religion.

I loved him so much. It didn't change all the reasons we couldn't be together, but it kept me returning to his body, kept my skin seeking his skin over and over again in the sad dance we did.

However, I am accustomed to not having what I want.

To love and be loved is the very thing our souls scream for from birth and every moment after, the urge to need and be needed as natural as breathing, as life-giving as breath.

I'm hungry for water and sky and days that aren't divided by the tiny squares in an appointment book.

The sweetness of his longing dives to a tender, bruised place in me.

and he doesn't want to come back. Not even for me. Not even for Fern. We're not enough.

My story begins on a sweltering August night, in a place I will never set eyes upon.

The truth was, I yearned, in a soul-deep way, to be Sarra. To 'feel' that God was so very close, so very concerned with my particular life, so very ready to protect and to love. Always nearby. Always listening. Always leading.

When I was at Mrs. Murphy's and then the Seviers' house, I thought if I could just get back to the Arcadia, that'd fix everything. I thought it'd fix me, but now I see I was fooling myself, just to keep on going, one day to the next.

Now we haven't got anything, and when you haven't got a single book, the idea of putting your hands on one is like Christmas and a birthday rolled up together.

I thought if only we could go on and meet again, shy as strangers.

Heartland Now that we've given our hearts away With the bric-a-brac, we want them back. Now we look for them secondhand, Someone else's, in the old songs, The slowly unfolding novels We never had time for. Hearts That taught themselves to fly; …overstuffed hearts, still leaking Downy secrets like feathers. We want someone to say, 'I give you my heart', meaning, 'Summer and winter', meaning 'All my time in the this world'…

What happened is, we grew lonely living among the things

My tongue remembers your wounded flavor. The vein in my neck adores you. A sword stands up between my hips, my hidden fleece sends forth its scent of human oil.

I saw your eyes before I had eyes to see. And I've lived longing for your every look ever since. The longing entered time as this body. And the longing grew as this body wanes. That longing will outlive this body I loved you before I as born. It makes no sense, I know. Long before eternity, I caught a glimpse of your neck and shoulders, your ankles and toes. And I've been lonely for you from that instant.