Quotes About Yearning

Wanted you since before I knew you",he said softly. "You think I knit for just anyone?

I suddenly knew, in a way I'd never had before, what want meant, and why it was dangerous and greedy and huge.

He tasted like gingermint and chocolate kulfi and something stronger and more powerful, something like want and need, and Owen drank him in and gave him back, dying for him in the subjective three hours it took to get to Malcolm's door.

Can't... can't just go away. Can't just... You can't get on that train and charge out of my life. It's not fair. I can't work, dammit! I... I made a bad trade. I made a bad trade. How dare you? How dare you walk into my flat and... and then just... just walk out again? How can you even—

I'm trying to follow all the steps and check all the boxes. But my heart hurts and my skin aches, and God, I just want to be touched…….Can you touch me and then look at me tomorrow, and it will be okay?

He didn't just want pretty or hot. He wanted beautiful.

I know I get you to myself all the time, but… but…." There was an uneven touch in Quentin's hair, and Quentin almost stopped breathing. "You're the only thing I've wanted. I wanted my degree, but, you know, that came sort of easy. I wanted a business, and we've done that. And the whole time… hell, even before we had our first class together… before our first study group, before we got dorm assignments… all I wanted was you.

Chase was gone then, and Donnie was back, alone in his room, wondering about those pictures from an art book he'd so admired. Because it felt like he'd just lived one, and it had been beautiful, so beautiful, and he'd been able to reach out and touch the lines of it, but it still hurt.

Twenty-eight years, Kenny," Will panted. "Twenty-eight years thinking sex was for the lucky and the brave. Then I find out I can close my eyes, think of you, and become a frickin' god—now c'mon and make me a god!

You're the fantasy I never knew I had.

It was... it was like all the girls I was with. They were fun, and I liked their company, but their touch didn't... didn't make anything get warm. Didn't make it pop or zing or ache." The hand moved up to Talker's neck, so that his pulse throbbed against Brian's palm. "Didn't make me feel any of the things I feel when you touch me or smile or... you know, sing in the shower or leave your shoes in the hallway or have conversations with the rat when you think I can't hear you.

Trav thought of the song – his song – and the cry from the invisible boy who slept in forgotten corners and lived to make people love him or hate him or anything so long as they didn't forget his name.

How do you explain the bone-deep knowledge that this thing you con for, lie for, cheat for, ain't never gonna

Taylor wanted it back, wanted a lover's touch on his body, wanted more. Wanted to open himself up to somebody who wouldn't hurt him, who would take care of him, who would catch him after he came apart.

He imagined Galen's lean, pretty face with a wicked tilt to his lips. "Oh my God, I really do. Just like I'm going

stolen kisses.

Jason liked to do things—touchy things—that had nothing to do with "This will get your dick hard" and everything to do with "This will make your heart beat and your chest swell and your stomach erupt into butterflies, and you will weep wanting to be touched like that some more.

God, "Kashmir" was a long damned song.

It was a beautiful dream, being with this one person who loved him. He could warm himself by that dream and wake up in its bed every day and every night—but he wasn't sure if he could ever really inhabit that dream.

Bobby cried out, groaned, and fell forward, coming that quickly, too quickly, because the white light would fade, would drain from them like come, and they would be left, just their heartbeats, alone in the darkness of an uncertain world.

You Sanders boys," he mumbled. "Looking for art, for poetry, for story, for music. Like meteors, carving light through the sky. How'm I supposed to be in that picture?" "We need the sweetness,

Clay was like patient zero of Dane's happiness virus. Dane needed to catch him.

What I'm saying," Nate tried once more, "is that there should always be a world in which you and I meet." Walter's shrug would have done an old uncle at temple proud. "We meet, we don't meet—if we don't know each other, it doesn't make a difference." But it does. I was missing you before you were born.

whole life. What you had for a couple of months. What you're giving up again.