Quotes About Yearning

Jesus, you fuck with my head," he said roughly. "My cock gets hard just thinkin' about you. You're in my dreams every night. I wake up in the morning and all I think about is you in my house, you and Noah finally mine. My family. It's even better than ridin' my bike. I'm crazy for you, Soph.

Ruger's eyes darkened. "You want this as much as I do," he said, voice soft. "It's not goin' away. We're just going to burn up higher and higher until one of us explodes and we get hurt. Let's end it now. I need inside you, Sophie.

We'll stop soon," he said, rubbing his nose along mine oh-so-slowly. "Just one more taste.

I've wanted you a long time, Soph. Never forgot how you tasted, not for one single fuckin' day in the last four years. Jesus, you were sweet.

I wanted him. Wanted him in ways that just weren't right, because nobody should fantasize about fucking their mortal enemy.

Painter's mouth dropped down to my ear, catching it in his teeth just tight enough to hurt. I felt the hardness between his legs grinding into me as need exploded through my body. He smelled so good . . . My hips twisted, desperate for more. Painter groaned.

You can bullshit all you want about sex and one-night stands, but I'm not done with you yet and you know it. I get what I want, and I want you.

I want you, and I'm not the kind of guy to sit back and wait for good things to come to me.

her hand lay on my stomach, precisely six inches from the top of my straining dick. I knew this because exactly once every sixty seconds I looked away from the screen to make sure it hadn't ripped a hole through my pants. Then I'd start counting down again, because the counting was the only thing keeping me from rolling her over and shoving my cock so far up her cunt it hit the back of her throat.

Peaches Taylor had crawled under my skin when I was seven years old, and by now, I was addicted to the sensation. Sooner or later, I'd bend her over that bar for real. Until then, I'd just have to get off by torturing her.

She wanted me as much as I wanted her. And yeah, I realize that makes me sound like an egotistical ass, but this wasn't my first rodeo. I saw the lust in her eyes, and the way she licked her lips and stared at my mouth. This wasn't a one-way street, not even close.

Me evitarás, creyendo que te evito? ¿Pisarás nuestra calle nuevamente? ¿Intuirás, cuando callo, por qué grito?

Incluso en estos tiempos en los que soy feliz de otra manera, todos los días tienen ese instante en que me jugaría la primavera por tenerte delante.

Incluso en estos tiempos de aprender a vivir sin esperarte, todos los días tengo recaídas y aunque quiera olvidar no se me olvida que no puedo olvidarte.

Le di mis noches y mi pan, mi angustia, mi risa, a cambio de sus besos y su prisa; con ella descubrí que hay amores eternos que duran lo que dura un corto invierno.

Is romantic yearning an appetite for [H]eaven, or is it the ultimate refinement of covetousness?

The hardest part about being an outcast, isn't the love you don't receive. It's the love you long to give that nobody wants.

For the next couple of weeks she held Peter like a secret in her heart, lying right under her necklace. I could see him written on her face, and Tik Tok, too, seemed to catch shadows of him, because he'd stop to stare at her, puzzled, as if he'd just seen the boy flit across her eyes-seen the ghost of the kiss lingering for a second on the skin of her neck before disappearing.

Because watching him love Tiger Lily was better than not watching him at all.

It was like this sometimes, and I felt I should look away, but I couldn't. I wanted to be there, having my face touched, defeating a heart like Peter's, but the next best thing was seeing it for Tiger Lily.

And always, I could see that, despite his weakness for her or because of it, he seemed uncatchable, as if he might slip away at any moment.

If you have reasons for not coming back, I don't want to know them. I just want you to come back anyway

I think that's what you say when you can't have something you want, isn't it? You say you don't want it in the first place.

I wonder if sometimes you can miss something so much it breaks you, and still be happy you left.