Quotes About Yearning

A romantic striving for an impossible ideal.

The essence of romantic love is not the company of a lover but the pursuit.

One of the great injustices in fiction is that on the whole people with romantic yearnings have romantic faces. But in real life it's not always like that.

Sky, wait." The way his voice wraps around my name makes me wish the only word in his entire vocabulary way Sky.

Okay, " he said, his breath hitching, his hands shaking like hell as he pried her arms from around his neck and set her away., Darcy, I want you so bad I'm afraid I'm going to hurt you.

In the span of one night, Jenny had gone from being someone he refused to touch to the woman he refused to stay away from.

I want to kiss you so thoroughly that you lose your ability to stand.

Nothing is more excruciating than hopelessly longing for lost love.

Jessica Sankiewicz, If Only We

We need you to come home.

Look." He stepped closer, his voice lowered to a gruff murmur, and lifted her chin with his finger, forcing her to meet his gaze – which just made her want to stretch up and kiss him.

She made him want to lose control, something he never did. She also made him want things he'd never imagined for his own life, like a family and someone to come home to every night.

Do you know how often I've fantasized about the color of your nipples?" he growled against her neck before feathering soft kisses up to her jaw.

He'd fantasized about her too? "You don't have to fantasize anymore, " she murmured...

See? Instead of thinking of a way to help my people, all I can think of is the smell of your hair and that small dimple on your cheek when you smile." (Victor)

When you get down on your knees in front of me it won't be out of gratitude. It'll be because you want to be there."--Ciaran Ross, Killer Curves

Sometimes it's, run don't walk! Like when you're going to the arms of a loved one.

She didn't want to talk with Levi. And wasn't that the problem. She wanted to do things that didn't involve any talking. Well, maybe it did if you counted dirty talk.

She'd taken one look at him the first time they'd met and it was like her body had just erupted into a ball of heat and hunger.

Oh yeah, she wanted to be this man's prey in every way. She'd felt his brand of dominance and wanted more of it.

A spark of fiery hunger shot through her as he took over, completely dominating the kiss, his tongue invading her mouth. His hand slid back and cupped her head in that way she loved. Craved.

How am I making you feel?"She considered the answer. "Like all my nerve endings are on fire. Like I want more, but I don't exactly know how to ask for what I want." She swallowed. "Or maybe I do.

Yes, I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness, sad as an eagle without wings, sad as a violin with only one string and that one broken, sad as a woman who is growing old. Sad, sad, sad.

Well, the musicals give emphasis to love, longing, melancholy, sadness. All of that is always there.