Quotes About Yearning

Could it really be so easy? Could someone who'd almost slipped through my fingers be within my grasp again—just like that? Maybe that's the thing about real love...it comes easier than the kind you have to break yourself for.

Haunt me," he whispered. "Make me crazy for the rest of my life. But please, Effie. Don't leave me. Just let me love you.

And every time we're together, I tell myself not to hope that this time you'll just fucking see that there is nobody else for you. That you'll give me a chance to prove we're good together,

I didn't want to love him, but I didn't want him not to love me.

I'd been a substitute for something they both wanted and neither could have.

drifting on daydreams of cunnilingus,

Some things never left you, no matter how much you wanted them to.

I love you. And I want you, too. But. However. Unfortunately ...

I know it makes sense for me and him to just break up now and just live our seperate lives and not have to worry about missing each other all the time. But when I think about that, I get sick. Physically sick. Like I seriously throw up. I need to be with him, even if I can't, like, be with him.

And now, as I'm lying alone in my own bed, I keep thinking about writhing against him last night, naked and vulnerable. Even after we'd both risen and fallen, peaked and plummeted, even after Marcus was physically shrinking from inside me, I couldn't stop clutching, crying, trying. Trying to pull him deeper, deeper, deeper within. Trying to make him more a part of me than I am myself.

I love when I reach Marcus on the phone and as he says hello, I can hear the music he's listening to in the background. That music is the sound of him without me. How he surrounds himself when I'm not there, which is almost all the time.

he makes me feel out of control and out of my head. He is exhilarating and terrifying. I see and feel him everywhere, and I'm always grasping for equilibrium even when he's not there... I feel like I'm always falling in love, falling and falling and falling.

Love may have the longest arms, but it can still fall short of an embrace.

We just want to be where we're supposed to be. We just want to be with the people we want to be with. I don't think that's asking for too much, ya know what I'm saying?

As our options expand, so do our desires - and unmet desires in particular.

Jessica..." The sound of his voice saying my name soothed me, and it's all I wanted to hear him say. Just my name, over and over and over again in his buttery baritone. I wanted my name to be his mantra, the word he meditated on, his tool for finding calm in the world. But he kept on talking.

and yes even loved him even though logic and reason told me I had no business feeling that way about him but I didn't care, no I loved him, and wanted him to know it not because I expected him to reciprocate )and yes even loved him even though logic and reason told me I had no business feeling that way about him but I didn't care, no I(even though I really really wanted him to) but because if someone ever loved me in that pure way I would want to know about it

Whaddaya want?" growled Viola, our small, surly, octogenarian waitress. What did I want? A job. A clue. A love. "Two coffees," Len answered for me. Coffee would do for now, I guess.

But I can't help myself. And there he is, larger than life on the screen, looking every bit as tortured and handsome as he did the last time he tried to contact me a few weeks ago. (Harmony/Jondoe)

This is my new hobby. I watch my life depart minute by minute. I anticipate the end of everything and anything—a conversation, a class, track practice, darkness—only to be left with more clock-watching to take its place. I'm continually waiting for something better that never comes. Maybe it would help if I knew what I wanted.

Sometimes we miss people, and it's beyond words.

I look up at his eyes brightening through the tears. I haven't seen them shine like that in over a year.

He could tell her he loved her. He ached to shout it out loud for the gods and everyone to hear. Little good it would do. Better to trust in the moon's promises than in the word of the Thief of Eddis. He was famous in three countries for his lies.

She didn't really want to have a baby; she wanted to want to have a baby.