Quotes About Yearning

I can't deny that I desired her in that moment. Anyone would have.

The things you want, you never get them. And if you do, they're not what you thought they'd be. But you'd still do anything to keep them. Because you'd wanted them for so long.

Now that I'm caught up in it, I feel a whiff of panic. This is Diane. And just as before, we are thrown together, and just as before, we want the same thing. A prize, dangling.

Remember that kind of wanting? That kind that's just for yourself? And you don't even have to feel guilty about it? You wouldn't know you should." Katie

Ages fourteen to eighteen, a girl needs something to kill all that time, that endless itchy waiting, every hour, every day for something — anything — to begin.

She hadn't learned, no one had taught her ... that the things you want, you never get them. And if you do, they're not what you thought they'd be. But you'd still do anything to keep them. Because you'd wanted them for so long.

we're all wanting things we don't understand. things we can't even name. The yearning so deep, like pinions over our hearts.

Then she said sometimes the ways boys need things so badly, like they could never stop needing, it almost scared her.

One day you'll want for nothing. You don't belong here. You are meant for something finer than this.

In the end, for me, there was only this: desire and addiction and hunger, a craving that made the world look hard-edged and brutally lovely.

craving that made the world look hard-edged and brutally lovely. "Would you have

The woman was the kind of woman that the British find breathtakingly sexy and I could never figure out why. She had short, dark hair that was a little bit spiky on top and a curvy little body. She was cute, I supposed, but was no goddess. She wasn't worthy of him. And yet Sean looked like he wanted to eat her up.

I could say his body was perfect and every part of it beautiful, because it was. Not because he had no flaws, but because I wanted him so desperately I couldn't see any.

They were all you, to me. All of them were you.

You don't have to be sad to miss someone and wish they were still in your life.

Every day," I tell him, "you will miss me either a little less or a little more. Until one day you will wake up and realize you don't miss me at all, or you will find yourself incapable of living without me.

I feel the weight of his gaze all over me, covering me like a blanket.

Once upon a time the sun hadn't risen without her thinking about Nick's smile, and the wind hadn't blown without it whispering his name.

Do you think he would?" "I think he'd give his left nut to get in your pants." "Very nice," I told him. "So elegantly put." Dan laughed and leaned forward to nuzzle my neck again. "Yes, Elle, I think Jack would love to fuck you.

He had been her sun, the star she circled endlessly. Helpless against the gravity she'd been unable to fight. She'd flown too close and melted her wings made of wax. She'd fallen. Maybe she'd never been meant to fly.

I would rather have you haunt me, driving me mad, than have you leave me.

There had been times when missing him had felt like someone had reached inside her and pulled out the part of her that remembered how to breathe. And times when she'd barely given the memories of him a second's worth of her time.

Desire didn't always mean a choice was easier to make. Sometimes it was harder, because it meant so much more.

This book is for the wild ones who open their eyes wide into darkness, the ones who love when they should not; this is for the ones who count and take comfort in the stars.