Quotes About Yearning

God, I loved him. I could insist I was okay with just being friends, that I'd find someone else and get over him, but I was fooling myself. There was no getting past this. I loved him, and fifty years from now we could be married to other people, never exchanged so much as a kiss, and I'd still looking into his eyes and know he was the one. He'd always be the one.

I loved Ricky. Still did. Always would. Yet as with James, there would always be that sense that we didn't quite fit, that something was missing, that I could be happier…

I hate you so much right now." He laughed, and it was a glorious thing to hear, and I wanted . . . I wanted more. I wanted to capture this mood and hold on to it.

But that's what dreams are for—to weave reality and fantasy and memory and stitch together something you can't hope for in waking life. To fulfill that little part of you that wants something so bad.

I eased forward and leaned up to his ear. "Is this what you wanted?" He chuckled. "Mmm, I'd better not answer that." His gaze traveled down me, then zipped back to my face. "Sorry." "Focus, Rafe." "I am. Just on the wrong thing.

As I made my way through the forest, I'll admit I was also straining for a familiar bark or whine. I hadn't said a word about Kenjii since leaving the store. How could I without making it sound like I put her on the same level as Hayley.

Now, after three days in the forest, that human part of me was sick of trees and streams and forest paths. It wanted a sofa and a TV and a shower. God, it really wanted a shower.

He bent down and his kiss was so full of longing that tears pricked my eyes again. When another one rolled down my cheek, he wiped it away. "No more of that," he said. "I'm just--" "I know." His lips moved to my ear. "So am I.

His lips pressed against mine, then parted. And he kissed me. Really kissed me—arms tightening around me, mouth moving against mine, firm, like he'd made up his mind that this was what he wanted and he wasn't backing down again.

How could I love you? How could I love a ghost? How could I love something that I have to keep hidden in my pocket?

Q: How far will he travel? A: He will travel so far, he will never come home again. His feet will never touch the ground, not for the rest of his life. He will never see his family again. He will never see the cannon again, but for the rest of his life, he will dream of her round, fixed, roaring black mouth.

I know," the Devil says. He whines. "But I still want it. I want things. That's my job. I even want the things that I already have. I want everything you have. I want the things that don't exist. That's why I'm the Devil.

What Batu thought Eric should say to Charley, if he really liked her: Come live with me. Come live at the All-Night. What Eric thought about saying to Charley: If you're going away, take me with you. I'm about to be twenty years old, and I've never been to college. I sleep days in a storage closet, wearing someone else's pajamas. I've worked retail jobs since I was sixteen. I know people are hateful. If you need to bite someone, you can bite me.

The boy is loved. The loved one suffers. All loved ones suffer. Love is not enough. Love is enough. The thing that you wished for. Was this it?

He missed two people: a) the girl she was; b) the person she'd made him feel he might have been. A deep sigh escaped him.

It was an odd thing to do, to stand in a street in the hope of seeing someone who hardly knew him, but he did not want to move.

Gwenda sighed. She did not know how to say what she felt. It was not just love. She thought about him all the time, and she did not know how she could live without him. She daydreamed about kidnapping him and locking him up in a hut deep in the forest so that he could never escape from her.

Contigo, la necesitaba —dijo Sonja.

He slipped his hand inside her coat and touched her through the soft linen of her dress. Her body was warm. He held her breast in his palm, small and round. He loved the way her flesh yielded to the press of his fingertips. He had never seen her naked, but he knew her breasts intimately. In his dreams they went farther.

no trace left of the overwhelming physical desire she had once felt for Will's strong body.

Life was empty but for the two hours she spent with Lloyd each evening. The rest of the day was anticipation; the night was recollection. Lloyd

Grigori besó el billete. Se moría de ganas de marcharse. Era como un sueño

But you need love," he said. She groaned inwardly.

Aveva desiderato eccitazioni, città, musica, gente, idee. Ora il desiderio di quelle cose l'aveva abbandonata, e non riusciva a comprendere come le avesse tanto agognate. Le sembrò che la pace fosse tutto quello che un essere umano avrebbe dovuto chiedere.