Quotes About Yearning

I'm wild again,Beguiled again,A simpering, whimpering child again—Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.

The sleepless nights,The daily fights,The quick toboggan when you reach the heights—I miss the kisses and I miss the bites.I wish I were in love again!

down. She wants him. This rubs Jon in all the right places.

wonder if something like that can leave a DNA fingerprint of sorts. Something that creates a physical longing in one for a place in order to feel whole.

Mia Reiter has found his mobile number. She must have gone to some effort to hunt him down. She wants him. This rubs Jon in all the right places.

Sognavo di te. I've dreamed of you. Ti desideravo nelle mia braccia dal primo momento che ti vedi. I've wanted you in my arms since the moment I met you. Ho bisogno di te. I need you

Beaumont wanted Esmond very badly. Esmond wanted Beaumont's wife. And she didn't want anybody.

Miss you," he said. It was the barest murmur, scarcely a sound.

I spent hours yesterday talking of little but medical symptoms and insane asylums. And you listened as though it were poetry and all but swooned at my feet. It is too bad I don't have any medical treatises about. I'm sure I need read a paragraph or two, and you will become ravenous with lust and begin tearing my clothes off. (Dorian from "The Mad Earl's Bride")

He started to draw away but she wasn't ready. She held on, and after a heartbeat he slid his hands to her waist and pulled her closer. His kiss grew more fiercely determined, as though he would wipe every recollection of anything remotely resembling kisses from her mind and imprint his, permanently, upon it. And upon her body, where the alien feelings simmered into excitement and happiness and a yearning for more. Strange

Even now the wicked spirit lurked there, a glint of mischief in the darkness of heat and desire. It made her smile, and she brought her smile to his mouth and gave it to him. "Miss you," she whispered. "So much.

Ne bi se trebao služiti muÅ¡kim lukavstvima«, rekla je, stegnuta grla. »Ã… to sam to tako neoprostivo u?inila?« Natjerala si me da te želim, rekao joj je na svojem materinjem jeziku. U?inila si me klonulim duhom, usamljenim. Natjerala si me da ?eznem za onim za Å¡to sam se zakleo da nikad ne?u trebati, nikad to iskati

They had nothing. He wanted to weep. She makes men cry, Morris had said. Maybe they ought to.

Što te onda zadržava ovdje? upitao je sebe. Koja te je mo?na sila ovamo dovukla, da glupavo zuriš poput mjese?inom o?aranog šteneta u ku?u samo zato jer je ona unutra? I koji su te to lanci držali ovdje, u iš?ekivanju da je samo na?as vidiš? Dodir. Poljubac. To je odvratno, rekao je sebi. I bilo je, ali bilo je istina, i on je to mrzio i mrzio je nju jer je to u?inila istinom.

Pomislila je da razumije kakva je to želja bila: privla?nost, mo?no magnetsko strujanje izme?u muškarca i žene, koje ih privla?i bliže jedno drugome. Mislila je da razumije požudu: glad, žudnju. No?u bi bila grozni?ava, snivaju?i o njemu, i nemirna i živ?ana danju, razmišljaju?i o njemu. Nazvala je to životinjskom privla?noš?u, primitivnom, ludom.

E pensou o mesmo naquele momento, porque os sentimentos perturbadores permaneciam ali, sob o bolso do peito do colete, onde ele guardava um toco de lápis que ela havia deixado para trás na noite anterior.

There was the deep blue sea of her eyes, and there was he, wanting to drown.

Gubim je, pomislio je i ruka mu je nagonski krenula da je dosegne i povu?e je natrag. Ali umjesto toga je posegnuo za loncem za kavu. Napunio je sebi šalicu i bespomo?no zurio u tamnu teku?inu i u njoj vidio svoju crnu budu?nost jer joj nije bio u stanju dati ono što je željela.

I'd love to travel to the Holy Land.

Jonas cast about in his mind for something to say. Long had he hoped for time alone with Caroline, but now that he was here with her, his tongue felt awkward.

So many of our destructive behaviors take root in an emotional void, an emptiness that calls out for something to fill it.

Follow your envy — it shows you what you want.

no memory, no desire.

I am thinking about you, I say to her. Can you hear me?