Quotes About Yearning

You can feel like he wants to own you,-not like an object but like a good dream he wants to keep having.

You don't see him again. Sometimes you worry that he loved you better than any man ever has or will--even if it had nothing to do with you. Even now, he is every blue blazer getting into a cab, every runner along the river, every motorcycle coming and going.

He knew what it was like to love one who did not--or could not--love you back. But he'd had no choice. None of them did.

You are digging for the answers until your fingers bleed, to satisfy the hunger, to satiate the need.... And as you pray in your darkness for wings to set you free, you are bound to your silent legacy.

I've sold my soul for freedom. It's lonely but it's sweet.

I think there are plenty of people out there, men and women both, who have pined over someone who is unattainable — only to have their heart broken time and again.

I miss that. I want...I need things to go back to normal.

You. I've spent my life waiting for you.' -Keenan

His blue-black hair fell over his face when he moved, like tiny arrows pointing to pronounced cheeckbones. "Starting to think you were going to bail on me." "Didn't know you were expecting me," she said in what she hoped was a casual voice. He gets sexier every day. "Not Expecting, but hoping. Always hoping

Keenan was staring at her, too intently for comfort. "I don't know why certain people shine for others. I don't know why you and not someone else." He gently pulled her forward and whispered, "But it's you I think of when I wake each morning. It's your face in my dreams." Aislinn swallowed. That would seem odd even if he were normal . And he wasn't. What he was-unfotunately-was completely serious.

I need to check in with Seth before I--" he burrowed his face into the side of her neck, his breath almost painfully warm on her throat--"give in to my unconscionable desire to put my hands on you properly.

She wanted something she didn't have words for- peace, numbness, something.

I still dream that it was you. No matter how many times I've looked, in my dreams it's always been you who were meant to be my queen.

That's what the court needs-a happy king, a king who can't stop dreaming of being lost in someone who wants to be just as lost. Tell me you'll let me get lost in you.

Maybe you should slow down, so I can catch you.

What can I give you, Aislinn? Shall I weave flowers into your hair?" He opened his hand, letting go of her hair. An iris blossom sat in the palm of his hand. "Shall I bring you necklaces of gold? Delicacies mortals can only dream of? I'll do all those things anyway. Don't waste your wish.

Love ans desire aren't the same

He held her gaze as he lowered his head toward her. He didn't kiss her though--just leaned kissably close and asked, "Will you let me take you in my arms... for a dance, Leslie?

She couldn't breath around the pain in her chest. "Tell me I'm the only one.

I love you," he said. Icicles formed on his skin as she stared at him for several heartbeats. "Do you suppose that changes anything?" "I want it to." He knelt at her feet, but didn't even dare touch her hand. "Don, I want it to meant everything. It should.

The devil didn't tempt with easy rewards; he tempted with the things one wanted the most.

Rosella asked. "I'm starving.

He wanted to wrap his arms around her and kiss away her uncertainty. But if he did that she would bolt. So he brushed stray hairs that had fallen out of her ponytail off her face instead. Ignored how soft the strands felt against his fingers. Pretended his pulse wasn't stampeding like a herd of bison on the plain.

What if I want more?" "I'm sorry, but there isn't more to have