Quotes About Yearning

except how much all of us give up in this life, sooner or later, because we can never have all that we want. You'll find out soon enough. We're blessed, my dear. Quite blessed, but no life is without sacrifices.

And you have never given me your love.

I bent down, close to him, and kissed the side of his throat. My friend, my deepest friend in the world once. And now we'll have this union. Lust old and new. The boy I'd been loving him. I felt the blood pulsing through the artery. My left arm slid beneath his right arm. Don't hurt him. He couldn't get away from me. He didn't even try.

You make me think of the old story about Alexander the Great. He wept when there were no more worlds to conquer. Will you

It pierced me as a beam pierces darkness, singing Come to me; all things will be forgiven if only you come to me. I am more alone than I have ever been.

I was poisoned by love, that in the call of Suzanne I was awakened to love, and to the nightmare of want.

Through a haze I saw the shape of him as he grew nearer to me. I felt his hands cup my face and turn it towards him. I saw the glimmer of his blue eyes, wintry flames, indistinct yet burning fiercely.

I sat watching, listening, one hand shielding my lowered face from anyone and no one, my elbow resting on the rail, the passion in me subsiding, the taste of the girl on my lips. It was as though on the smell of the rain came her perfume still, and in the empty theater I could hear the throb of her beating heart.

Oh, how is it such a fantasy could get its hook so deep?

It was as though on the smell of the rain came her perfume still, and in the empty theater I could hear the throb of her beating heart.

And I love to hear you say it, Louis. I need to hear you say it. I don't think anyone will ever say it quite like you do. Come on, say

How could I take from this boy the cup he'd barely tasted? He was a dead creature brought back to life.

I had robbed myself of my own Child of the Blood by my splendid designs.

When he turned from his victim, I would see even blood teeming in him, and I would have given all the world to see him white again, my marble god, my graven Father in our private bed.

After so long in the ice, he wanted to touch everything.

I wanted this child-this boy who was now two years older than when I'd found him-and yet I wanted everything else for him, and my soul was torn, just as my heart was torn.

He turned as I entered the room, and I took him in my arms. With him, I could give vent to the affection I'd held so severely in check with Merrick. I held him to myself and kissed him as men might do with other men when they are alone. I kissed his dark black hair and kissed his eyes, and then I kissed his lips.

What was it like to be bound in her chains and close to her?

I am not a man who loves women of any age, but the sight of her foot, its arch so delicately stretched by the height of the feet, and of her leg, so taut from the pressure, was quite enought to send the most unwelcome and erotic thoughts through my brain.

How had he read from my mind, my desire for Amadeo?

I belonged to her now, quite completely. I was drenched with the scent of her perfume and her rum, of her skin and her hair. I wanted nothing but to be with her and to sleep beside her, and that the warmth of her would penetrate to my inevitable dreams.

I wanted to kiss her, but I couldn't do this, and so I labored to make my words so many kisses.

I wanted my house, my children, Amadeo, Bianca. I wanted my Venice. I wanted my mortal world.

I wanted those waters to be blue. And they were not.