Quotes About Yearning

I think that some of the most amazing places to be or to grow up are the places right outside of great cities, because you're sort of constantly in this suspended state of, like, looking inside the window, wanting to be in the party. I think it breeds good feelings.

I can't live in a room without a window.

I was in a daze in my childhood mostly - always looking out of the window, waiting for some life to happen that I wanted to live. Now I realise it is this, and that's what got me out of Gwalior.

We're all the same. We all want the same thing in life. Everybody going around like ants and we all want the same thing. And it's not one queen. It's not one queen with the wings.

I miss winning. I miss being on the podium.

I like missing someone and being missed; I like looking forward to seeing him again. I like getting emails and texts with lots of xxx's.

My ribs ache from all the texts I'll never make time for.

Desire is the first thing a modern dancer should have. Skill can be developed. But if you don't have desire as a modern dancer, forget it.

The hardest thing about being on the road is not being with my animals.

It's true, I don't like the real world.

Inside I never said I wanted to do theatre or be an actor.

I don't like going for more than a year without doing theatre. I don't mind falling flat on my face so long as I feel I'm open to the possibility of something extraordinary happening.

I long for real and true connection. It has been the theme of all the songs in my whole life.

I wrote 'Evil Spider' about wanting someone that's already taken. I guess it was based on a personal experience, but I went a lil extreme on the theme... me being a spider trying to snare someone. In real life, I was just observing!

His idea of the perfect life, the best he could have in the universe, was sitting right next to him. So close, yet so far out of his reach.

Now that he'd seen her, he knew what he'd long suspected. He was far from over her. *

She opened the door with a frown. "What are you doing?" "Pressing my luck," he said. He walked in, pushed her gently out of the way and closed the door. He put his hands on her waist and pulled her to him, going after her lips at once. It took her exactly two seconds to melt to him, moan, reach her arms around his neck and return the kiss.

Wanting a woman was something he knew quite well—but wanting to take care of a woman so that she would never hurt, never want, never be afraid or lonely—he had no experience with that. There had been beautiful women in his past; intelligent women, clever women, women with wit and courage and passion, but as far as he could remember, never one like Mel; never before a woman who had everything he'd ever wanted.

I missed you," she said. "I thought you wouldn't make the effort. Just for me." "Just for you? For God's sake, I'm in love with you!" "That's what I hoped. But then you grew so distant. I didn't know if you were in some kind of pout, or you were letting go of me." "I'll be honest—I didn't want you to leave. It took you no time to spoil me, Muriel.

I miss you so much it scares the hell out of me.

His hand came up to cradle her jaw, his fingers reaching into her short hair. "Before we do that, let's just talk about it." "What do you want from me, Sean?" He moved still closer, leaning down, his mouth just barely above hers. "I want you, Franci. I shouldn't have let you get away." Tears

He opened the door and saw the Jeep. She stood in front of it, leaning against the hood, arms crossed over her chest, getting wet in the freezing drizzle. His heart lurched. Almost three weeks since he'd seen her and his feelings hadn't given him a break. He still wanted her so bad it hurt. "You

That myth was disproved the second she saw him. God, he still made her heart race. One look at his face and she felt the blood surge

They shared a hotel room while in Los Angeles—two queens. Preacher in one bed, Paige and her son in the other. Lying in the same room with her was both blissful and painful. He would hear every soft noise, every little snuffle in the bed, and wonder what it might be like to lie beside her, bring her against him. When he would shower after her in the morning, he'd get heady from the smells of her soap, shampoo and lotion. *