Quotes About Yearning

David, I'll fly for you, if you'll love me!" "Fly, then." "I can't fly, but love me anyway." "Poor wingless child!" "Is it so hard to love me?" "Do you think you are easy, my illusive possession?

I do not want to live. I want to love and then to live, incidentally.

and it seemed to me—Oh, I don't know! As if it held all the things I've always tried to find in everything else.

All these soft, warm nights going to waste when I ought to be lying in your arms under the moon - the dearest arms in all the world - darling arms that I love to feel around me - How much longer - before they'll be there to stay? When I do get home again, you'll certainly have a most awful time ever moving me one inch from you.

She was talking to a something deep in me that never got talked to, that hardly even had words.

Ea îl aÈ™teapt?, aÈ™a cum a cerut, È™i chiar dac? n-a cerut ea aÈ™teapt?, È™i poate nu pe el, ci trecutul, care în parte era È™i al lui, pentru c? acum i se pare c? nici o fapt? pe care a f?ptuit-o de atunci È™i nici o tr?ire pe care s tr?it-o de atunci È™i nici un sim??mânt pe care l-a simÈ›it de atunci nu au izbutit s? fie mai presus de trecutul acela.

The night is forever. I can't sleep. The clear moon is so bright, so bright. I almost think I hear a voice call me, and to the empty sky say, Yes?

Christmas was always the worst… What's the point of Christmas without any kids to share it with?

She swallowed hard, taking him in, as rain pattered around them. Nothing back. He held nothing back, and she kept giving him meager handfuls. He deserved better than that. She would set things to rights.

He could never have enough of Eva. The heat of her, this hidden wild woman who was his alone. That they were both fully dressed but bare in the most important places only sharpened his excitement.

apathy is a disease and some days i long for it.

You know how it is to want something. Desire builds like a little house in your head and it sits there, half-constructed in your mind. Women who want children are this way. Artists are this way about pictures. It doesn't go away. You may forget for a few months but then it's back, the unfinished pieces of what you want.

Humans, we just hop out of things, off things. We splatter ourselves in inappropriate places. Because we have nothing to live for. Because we want to destroy what we can. Because we want to be something we can't. Because we don't really believe we can die.

The utterly empty bottle of his soul.

Happiness is the gap between loving and longing.

Most often women want happiness and men want wilderness.

I'm not this girl," she whispered against his lips. He had to know, this wasn't her. She didn't kiss strange men. She didn't feel this deep hunger inside. "I know you're not," he said. "But I am this man.

For Lacan, desire is what simultaneously defines us as human subjects and what prevents us from ever being whole or complete. To desire something, after all, is to lack something.

I'm not sure I'll be doing a lot of dancing in the near future." Marcus tucked the end of the bandage securely into place and reached for the radio to call his Da to turn the Serpent around and come get them. But first, he gave in to irresistible impulse and kissed Beka so hard their teeth clashed. "Just so long as you save a dance for me," he said. "I'll wait as long as it takes.

i want you so much I feel like I'm going to explode." "I hear that Marines are good with explosions," Beka said.

Hold on." He reaches back, his hand momentarily grazing my thigh. I lean into him, my arms tighten around his waist as the waves bounce up and down. We're skin to skin, two bodies melded together into one. I want to stay where I am with him, in the water, forever.

Dying of love for what does not love them.

It was not like everyone had said. Not like being needed, or needing; not desperate; it did not whisper that I'd come to harm. I didn't lose my head. No, I was not going to leap from a great height and flap my wings. It was in fact the opposite of flying: it contained the wish to be toppled, to be on the floor, the ground, anywhere I might lie down. . . . On my back, and you on me.

Jack couldn't help but watch Nonie as she left. She looked to be twenty-nine, thirty at the most, stood maybe five foot-four and was slender. She had shoulder-length, curly, walnut-colored hair and the largest most beautiful blue eyes he'd ever seem Her nose and ears were small in comparison to her full lips, which he'd give anything to kiss.