Quotes About Yearning

But there was she, and there were you. Her breath was on you, you tasted flesh. She came from some darkness—she was certainly not of this earth. Remember the eyes?

Og jeg var så kjær i ham, å hele verden blev borte når han kom. Jeg husker en mand som kunde komme gående! Han hadde fuldskjæg, han var som et dyr, han stanset iblandt og holdt den ene fot oppe og lyttet, så gik han videre. Han brukte også skindklær.

Jaja, sa Edevart og nikket, jeg forstår at du er kjær i hende. Jeg må vel være, svarte August. Når jeg ser hende om morgningen så går jeg som i en skodde til middags, jeg spiser kveldsgrøten og tror det er kjøt. Fan forstår det! Sa August.

dilsiz ve bitkindi benim kahkaham aÄŸlamak özlemi ta??yordu

Jeg elsker tre ting, sier jeg så. Jeg elsker en kjærlighetsdrøm jeg hadde engang, jeg elsker dig og jeg elsker denne plet jord. - Og hvad elsker du mest? - Drømmen.

What was the point of spelling out the details? And anyway, wasn't a poor soul allowed to have a little genuine lovesickness to cope with on top of everything else? Without further ado, Rolandsen went up to his office, straight to the instrument, and asked one of the operators at the Rosengaard telegraph station to send him half a cask of cognac at the first opportunity. There was no sense in carrying on like this forever.

But for some reason I have not yet become a fish. - The Box Man, p.36

I'm not interested in a life that doesn't have you in it.

He was staring at my lips, and before I could think better of it, I'd wetted them. "That's it, bébé," he said in a coaxing rasp. "Ma bonne fille." My good girl. He wrapped one of his arms behind my back, cupping my chin with his free hand. "Evangeline, I'm goan to kiss you until your toes curl, until we're breathing for each other." That was the promise. . . .

I do so wish my breasts would stop staring at your eyes.

Now, undress for me and let me see what's mine.

Come touch,...but you'll a price

She murmured, You're unfinished. Aye, precisely. I need to go. When she moved to get up, he shoved her against his side and slapped her arse to keep her there. You stay with me. She snapped, What do you want from me, Chase? He drew his head back in confusion. I want everything. You're mine , Regin.

Five years of hell. You deserve to be fucked till you can't walk.

My heart doesn't fucking work right without you.

I give you a week, maybe two, before you're driven to bite someone. I don't know how to... to bite or drink! But you could teach me. And what could you possibly do in return? Lothaire waved a negligent hand. Play football for me? Break in my jeans really well?

Wroth, darling," she purred, smiling so sweetly. "I can't wait for the next time I get to put my mouth on you." In an instant the smile faded and she snapped her teeth and yanked her head back as if she was chewing something free.

Damn, cher , you still smell like a blossom. Been so long since I've seen a flower that I'd nearly forgotten what they smelled like. He took a lock of my hair, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger. You're dressing up and using expensive perfume? Ole Jack senses a trap. Consider me snared.

I woan let you go back to that boy--not until you give me one bec doux . A sweet kiss. Then he reached forward, unlacing the ribbon from my hair. What are you doing? I murmured. Souvenir. He put it in his pocket, and for some reason that struck me as the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.

Damn, that werewolf melts my butter," Mari sighed. "He's so miserable," she added delightedly.

There's no poetry in me, Reginleit. No fine words. He stared down at her, his gaze seeming to consume her. I come to you as a man unfinished.

He stalked up behind her to clench her hips, and she stilled. In a breathy voice, she asked, You're going to make love to me again, aren't you? In answer,he lifted her onto the counter, tore off her shift, then pressed her naked body back into the blooms.

You smell like honeysuckle. You likin' ole Jack now? I never stopped liking you. Even when you were warding me away with the power of Catholicism.

Similar situation ? Like the one where you put me in fear for my life, then let go of that damned vine to heartlessly build my fear ? MacRieve, I hope I enthralled you. Then you can rot wanting me to be yours.