Quotes About Yearning

I'm not dangerous," I breathed. He brought his face toward mine. "You are to me.

Where's the heart?" - Dimitri Belikov

Being alone is a terrible, terrible thing. There's no one to run to, no one to confide in, no one who cares what happens to you.

Is it terrible? Being cut off from spirit's high?" "No, because being with you is a greater high than spirit, drinking, or anything else could ever conjure.

It's worth it, worth giving up the sun and the magic.

No había nada que yo amara mas que tentar a Dimitri. Bueno, aparte de besarlo.

I was awash on a sea of desire, drowning in everything about her. Her passion answered mine as she murmured my name and clung to me so tightly that her nails dug into my skin, as though she feared she might lose me if she let go.

She managed to look like a perfect, pissed-off Alchemist. Now I wanted to kiss her more than ever.

She didn't understand what it was like to be filled with a love so strong that it made your chest ache-a love you could only feel and not express. Kepping love buried was a lot like keeping anger pent up, I'd learned. It just ate you up inside until you wanted to scream or kick something.

Simplemente te amaré me quieras o no.

Ever had that happen? Once you can't have something, you want it that much more." "Yes," he said bitterly. "It happens all the time.

In these moments, my thoughts were usually focused on getting her shirt off and whether I'd get past the bra this time. So far, I hadn't.

She sat up, cheeks flushed and golden hair tousled. She was so beautiful that it made my soul ache.

She was so beautiful that it made my soul ache. I always wished desperately that I could paint her in these moments and immortalize that look in her eyes. There was a softness in them that I rarely saw at other times, a total and complete vulnerability in someone who was normally so guarded and analytical in the rest of her life. But although I was a decent painter, capturing her on canvas was beyond my skill.

und hinter tausend Stäben keine Welt. Der Panther

Eines ist, die Geliebte zu singen. Ein anderes, wehe, jenen verborgenen schuldigen Fluß-Gott des Bluts.

A thousand Dreams within me softly burn

Sometimes Matilda longed for a friend, someone like the kind, courageous people in her books.

Twice a day, on his way to and from school, little Charlie Bucket had to walk right past the gates of the factory. And every time he went by, he would begin to walk very, very slowly, and he would hold his nose high in the air and take long deep sniffs of the gorgeous chocolatey smell all around him. Oh

he LOVED THAT SMELL! And oh, how he wished he could go inside the factory and see what it was like!

Dreams like being mixed,' the BFG answered. 'They is getting very lonesome all by themselves in those glassy bottles.

sólo tengo dos perros, cuatro gatos, seis conejos, dos periquitos, tres canarios, un loro verde, una tortuga, una pecera llena de peces, una jaula de ratones blancos y un estúpido hámster. ¡Yo quiero una ardilla!

Most of us can manage no more than a narrow little obsession with a particular human who we mistakenly imagine can satisfy our gargantuan yearning for the real, primordial thing.

missed you." She