Quotes About Yearning

All I want is something to believe in, even if it's just to hear your name, all I want is what you've got me feeling lately.

I just want you for my own, more than you could ever know!

I don't know where I stand with you. And I don't know what I mean to you. All I know is every time I think of you, I want to be with you.

I don't know if I like you or love you, want you or need you. All I know is I love the feeling I get when I'm near you.

All I want is you.

I want you to make me need you so bad that when I'm not with you I feel sorrow.

I want you to love me, touch me, need me, and caress me. I want you to feel that without me you would cease to be.

I think about you even when your not here, I miss you and your no where near, Why cant I have you when your needed most, Just remember I loved you first.

Your holding me at a distance when you should be holding me in your arms, is causing me a great deal of pain. PLEASE STOP AND JUST LOVE ME!

I miss your sweet voice whispering in my ear, your strong arms around me, your soft kiss, and your gentle touch. I just... miss you.

If I had a dollar for every minute I thought of you I'd be a millionaire, if I had a dollar for every time I cried over you I'd be a billionaire.

Your voice makes me tremble inside, And your smile is an invitation, For my imagination to go wild.

You appreciate some people most when they deprive you of the pleasure of their company.

I would rather be able to appreciate things I can not have than to have things I am not able to appreciate.

Can we go inside, Eve?" She inhaled quietly at the way his voice wrapped around her name. One deep syllable that had always made her wish she was called something longer and more complicated. Genevieve or Isabella. Something that would take him full seconds to say so she could feel it rumble over her skin.

You take control, Emma," he whispered. The words tickled her ear, he spoke them so close. Shivers raced down her neck, down her chest and her belly. "Take control of me. Come to me." Her neck arched, wanting his mouth to bite her. "If you do Emma, I may give you what you want. Or I may offer more than you can handle. Risk. That's what you like, isn't it? So play with fire. Play with me.

She'd never felt more powerful. She wanted to do this again. In an hour. In the middle of the night. In the morning. She wanted to wake up like this, shaking and strong and whole and broken all at once.

In his eyes was everything she'd ever wanted as a girl, everything she'd given up on years before. Emma had grown weary of waiting for rescue. She'd had to rescue herself and she would never forget that.

But she'd begged before. She'd gotten on her knees and begged God to let things work out for them. To let her have what she wanted. And then...to let her forget she'd ever wanted it. She knew what begging sounded like. Weak and broken and so desperate you wished you were dead.

What I wanted was a simple response. I didn't want to feel, that was too difficult. I wanted to hurt, I wanted real, tangible, physical pain. That I could understand.

Then he pushed the covers down and settled on his side, curled in close against Noam—close enough to lend Noam his heat. Dara tipped their brows together and let their noses brush, Dara's hand a knot against Noam's chest. "Be okay," he pleaded, demanded. He wished more than anything that he could force Noam to obey.

I desperately want a dog, but I've been told I travel too much, and I'm not allowed to have a dog.

Like all good students, I yearned for nothing but approval, even from fools.

For her, he swallowed the black tea of exile.