Quotes About Yearning

Well, you know what happens to lovers: whenever they see a lyre, a garment or anything else that their beloved is accustomed to use, they know the lyre, and the image of the boy to whom it belongs comes into their mind.

Love' is the name for our pursuit of wholeness, for our desire to be complete.

La amistad del amante no brota del buen sentido, sino como las ganas de comer, del ansia de saciarse.

mira si no es más bien necesario que el que desea le falte la cosa que desea, o bien que no la desee si no le falta.

el que desea, desea lo que no está seguro de poseer, lo que no existe al presente, lo que no posee, lo que no tiene, lo que le falta. Esto es, pues, desear y amar.

As I kissed Agathon my soul swelled to my lips, where it hangs, pitiful, hoping to leap across.

??????? ????????? ????? ????· ???? ???????? ???????, ?? ??????? ??????? ??? ?? ?????. You spot the stars, my Star; if only I could become heaven, to look at you with many eyes.

Stay with me.' His eyes shone. 'Play with me.

knew how hungrily they would lap up the twin rivers of blood and milk.

Zillah took her arm and led her toward the van. Ann kept her arm squeezed against her body so that his fingers would come into contact with the sideswell of her breast. He didn't move his hand away. Soon she felt his fingers begin to move, subtly caressing her, a forefinger darting out to graze her nipple. The nipple shivered erect

Nitimur in vetitum -- We strive after the forbidden

Ai de mi, que l'amor no hi ha cap herba que el curi i les arts que a tothom fan profit no en fan al seu amo!

Love is like sleep. One can never seize, never force love.

What a romantic idea…

It happens to us once or twice in a lifetime to be drunk with some book which probably has some extraordinary relative power to intoxicate us and none other: and having exhausted that cup of enchantment we go groping in libraries all our years afterward in the hope of being in Paradise again.

God, I needed you, he murmured. I can't even tell you how many times I thought about this. The funny thing is, I don't need you any less now. I think I need you more. ~Shane~

Shane was silent a moment, then let out a long breath. I bet I could convince you if I could get through these bars. . . . You'd get arrested all over again. Well, you're just that tempting. Jailbait. He kissed her fingers, which made her shiver all over; his lips lingered warm on her skin, reminding her of what it felt like to be alone with him, in that timeless...

It's been the toughest week of my life, not touching you. Not talking to you. Waiting to see what you were going to do. He kissed her again, a warm, damp touch of lips, exquisitely controlled. But it doesn't matter whether you stay or go. I'll still need you. So if you want to go off to Boston, Ill wait. Right here, whenever you need me.

She wanted to lunge over and kiss him. Well, ew, not really, maybe a hug. Or a hanshake. Claire about Oliver

Myrnin:I could murder a cheeseburger right now Oliver:focus ya fool

Morley put his hand over his heart and bowed from the waist, a gesture that somehow reminded Claire of Myrnin. It reminded her she missed him, too, which was just wrong. She should not be missing Morganville, or anyone in it. Especially not the crazy boss vampire who'd put fang marks in her neck that would never, ever go away. She was doomed to high-necked shirts because of him. But she did miss him.

Jess had never imagined that someone would be so empty that they'd need to destroy something that precious to feel full.

She looked back to see Sam standing there at the edge of the strip of sunlight inside Common Grounds, staring after her with an expression on his face like he'd lost his best- his only friend.

Myrnin froze, staring at her. He really was amazing, she thought; when he had that light in his eyes, it was possible to see past the crazy behavior and clothing chaos and recognize him as just…beautiful. The longing in his face was breathtaking.