Quotes About Yearning

I don't know why it is that I have always been happier thinking of somewhere I have been or wanted to go, than where I am at the time. I find it difficult to be happy in the present.

I love you. I worry about you. I wonder whether I tell you enough how I love you and want you and need you and how I am diminished . . . when you are not with me and how I am multiplied when you are here.

When one person is missing the whole world seems empty.

continued, "Cause I can't wait to peel off the fancy clothes to get to the woman who looks so damn right in my bed wearing nothing at all but the sweet flesh God gave her. I'm here to convince you to come home with me where you belong, Lise." Elise clamped her hand over her mouth

All I wanted, even when I hated you most, was some poor, barren, parched excuse to love you. But you only gave me riddles.

In close-up, Monty was absolutely riveting. One was practically absorbed into his eyes, which were clearly formidable and perhaps his best asset as an actor. Large, grey, infinitely expressive in his beautiful but rather deadpan face, they could register yearning, intelligence, and despair in quick succession

If she know how strongly he felt, she'd have run out the door. He wasn't used to the possessive, or the savage joy she brought to his heart. It ate at his control, so he turned his attention to the music. He understood music.

There is something incredibly arousing about being wanted. I pulled my hand back and sucked in a deep breath. "Adam," I said.

He bit the nape of my neck and I moaned.

Knowing someone desires you is the greatest aphrodisiac

She understood his passion because she felt the same way: as if nothing was more important than the touch of her skin to his, as if she'd die if he left her.

Forbidden fruit is the sweetest, Warren, my darling.

When I am with you, my control is shot. I think that's what you've been feeling.

The hardest memory of slavery that Rialla had to bear was not the lack of freedom; it was the lack of desiring freedom.

but he wanted what Adam had, Jesse as much as me, I thought—a family:

When he was home, he acted as if he'd never kissed me, never told me that he was still interested. I didn't know if that was reassuring or frightening. Samuel was a very patient hunter.

Her eyes grew black, and her face went blank, but she held on, mouthing one word over and over—Samuel's name. Samuel went to his knees, too, his eyes white and wild.

She, human and wolf both, craved him like a junkie just as she craved all the things he seemed to promise: safety, love, hope - a place to belong.

This nostalgia, like much nostalgia, was not for something actually experienced and lost, but for a notion held in the fond focus of the imagination.

The central character is an incomplete package of yearning that takes the length of the novel to complete. Completion, though, is not to be confused with perfection.

I feel I stand in a desert with my hands outstretched, and you are raining down upon me.

My angel," Carold said. "Flung out of space.

She thought of people she had seen holding hands in movies, and why shouldn't she and Carol?

But when they kissed goodnight in bed, Therese felt their sudden release, that leap of response in both of them, as if their bodies were of some materials which put together inevitably created desire.