Quotes About Yearning

the seeming attempt to cast it away turned into an endless embrace.

I want to be your stranger across a crowded room.

Sometimes you can't be what you ought to be, you can't have what you ought to have.

human beings have an intense craving, often unfulfilled, to be understood by someone else.

There was nowhere I could go that wouldn't be you.

In that moment, I realized how dangerous it was to keep company with the characters from books. They lived books lives of fierce deeds and deep yearning.

Even when I'm dead, I'll swim through the Earth, like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.

I wish slitting the wrist of the clock would let this moment last forever – your tongue so deep in my ear it feels like a paintbrush, coating the dark, peeling walls inside my head with a carmine veneer.

on the scale of desire, your absence weighs more than someone else's presence

Desperately wanting God's kingdom to come, we lead with the law, like a sixteen-year-old girl who thought a Bible on a desk corner would represent the story of God more than the warm, safe embrace of human connection.

It sucks being in love with someone and never being allowed to show it.

Olifur licked his lips and gave a small croak. "Please, sir." His voice came out in a thin, wavering stream. "May I have some more?

He cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers before his dark head came down and he drummed his tongue lightly over the taut flesh. She dipped her head back with a throaty, "Yes." Her womb contracted as he suckled while one hand crept slowly, purposefully, under her gown and up her smooth leg. A trail of fire and need was left in its wake.

This is the second time you've escaped me," she said lightly, watching carefully for his reaction. "I could never wish to escape you," he said with a grin, but behind it was something heated and filled with desire. It almost melted her.

In scoping out the party crowd, does one face catch your eye? The Tierra del Fuegans have an expression, mamihlapinatapei, which is listed in the Guinness Book of Records as the world's mist succinct word. It refers to the act of 'looking into each other's eyes, each hoping that the other will initiate what both want to do but neither chooses to commence.

I don't want to be friends with you, Ainsley Douglas. I want to be your lover. I want to bury myself inside you, I want to find out whether you taste as good all the way down, I want to feel you squeezing me, and I want to hear your cries as you take me inside you.

Andrea was never sure who leaned forward first, but she was melting toward him and, next thing she knew, felt the scalding pressure of Sean's mouth on hers. He kissed her with strength, barely masking his power, and Andrea closed her eyes and drank it in. His hand stole to the back of her neck, arching her up to savor more of her. "Come inside with me," he whispered against her mouth....

I am a bad man, very bad, but in a different way. I want to ravish you until we're both senseless with it, and then I want to do it all over again.

I will write as often as I can, but truth be told, I don't have many moments to myself. The queen is in a very bad way and needs everyone who can be at her side. But whenever I undo my buttons to ready myself for bed, I think of you. I imagine your fingers unfastening my gown, opening me like a Christmas parcel for your pleasure. I tingle even now as I think of it, and so I will close before I quite combust and burn the paper.

Their mouths falling together every time they were alone had to cease.

Talia was the realization of his fantasies, his darkest dreams. The ones that begged for The Little Death over and over

Sera, I presume?" he said and her bones melted at the sound of his deep voice pronouncing her name. She nodded and held out her hand. He raised a dark eyebrow in her direction and didn't take it. She lowered it again, feeling like a fool for thinking he would touch her, a turned human, and for the first time since she could remember, her gaze didn't want anything to do with him.

Don't love me," he said. "Don't." "There is no do or don't," Juliana whispered. The mists dissolved and the rain came down faster. "I love you because I love you. I can't help that." His embrace nearly crushed her, his strong body shaking. "Never stop. Never stop loving me, Juliana." "I never will.

Bid me come, and here I am. Shape my being, and for a short time I can move mortal air in and out of my chest. Ask me to love you, Bright Light, and you make real a dream-giver's deepest desire.