Quotes About Yearning

I'd like it if you could love me for a little while at least.

I would gladly have climbed out of my skin and into his that night, because I believed that was what love meant.

What's wrong with all of us, Bill? Can you tell me that?' 'Hell if I know', he said. 'We drink too much for starters. And we want too much, don't we?

All her stories seemed to involve rowboats and ukuleles, full moons and campfires and grog. I was desperately jealous.

I loved him for a full year and then, in one night, all my wishing came apart.

Because everyone wants to be looked for, whether they realize it or not.

I wanted something grand and sweeping." "The kind of love you find in novels?" "Maybe. That makes me incredibly stupid, I suppose.

You on the train and me here and everything emptier now you're gone. Tell me, are you real?

I don't know how to describe it, but after the blush of my own company wore off, I became so aware of Earnest's absence it was as if the lack of him had moved into the apartment with me.

I finally had to admit that there could be no cure for Paris.

He wanted them both, but there was no having everything, and love couldn't help him now. Nothing could help him but bravery, and what was that anyhow?

He wanted everything there was to have, and more than that.

Strolling, I felt the dark tug at me, and a pleasant itch to be out of my dress, out of my skin even.

His eyes cut sideways at me in the mirror, and my pulse quickened. It was something to have his attention, even briefly. Like a bright light passing my way before moving on.

Kiss her until she be wearied out,' " Denys repeated. "That's the best bit, isn't it, and Berkeley does it so well.

Though I often looked for one, I finally had to admit that there could be no cure for Paris

We held on to each other and looked out at the sea. It was impossibly large and full of beauty and danger in equal parts—and we wanted it all.

Some nights I would try to close the distance and make love to Jock.

then, hardly daring to breathe, lowered myself onto him. But it was too late. Before I had even begun to move, he softened inside me. I tried to kiss him, but he wouldn't meet my eyes.

I've been looking for you everywhere," he said, taking my arm. Without

All I knew of men beyond farm life and work were the warm, confusing thoughts I sometimes had late at night now, about being touched or taken, thoughts that could make my cheeks hot even when I was alone in my hut.

I wished I had died before I ever loved anyone but her." What

We had both tried for the sun, and had fallen, lurching to earth again, tasting melted wax and sorrow. Denys wasn't hers, or mine.

though I leaned against him and tried to meet the kiss and to take it in, I couldn't quite feel it. I couldn't feel us. —