Quotes About Yearning

Where was he now, my beauteous pupil? I listened but I heard nothing.

Do you know how it wounds me to leave behind the one city in the world with which I'm truly in love?

I thought in my secret heart of Botticelli, the man himself standing in his studio staring at me, wondering helplessly what sort of patron I was, and never dreaming that my hunger and adoration were conmingled, never dreaming of a danger which had come so close.

Oh, my beautiful Marius. Tell me how to remedy this and I will.

But before we cut to Present Time, let me have my little fantasy. I need it (Chapter 1).

what is the experience of sex if you have never had it.

he has a sleepless mind in his heart and an insatiable personality.

It was not a easy thing to love her so terribly and not taste of her soul through her blood.

If I could, I'd deliver you from old age and death, from aches and pains, from the blandishments of ghosts, from the torment of your familiar, Goblin. I'd deliver you from heat and cold and from the arid dullness of the noonday sun. I'd deliver you into the placid light of the moon and into the domain of the Milky Way forever.

Luego, estando yo a punto de dormirme, la así con fuerza por la muñeca. —Ni se te ocurra marcharte de aquí sin decirme nada —le dije. —Átame a las columnas y entonces no podré irme —me susurró al oído.

I see these mortals in a more attentive light. They are so fresh, so exotic and yet so luscious to me, these mortals; they look like tropical birds must have looked when I was a child; so full of fluttering, rebellious life, I want to clutch them to have it, to make their wings flap in my hands, to capture flight and own it and partake of it.

That was the test of love, he thought dreamily, when you can't bear to be this happy without the other person with you. He was really afraid that

I had sparked something in him. I could see it in his black eyes. He was drawn to me, drawn to my world, but he couldn't admit it.

I confided again that I wanted him, I wanted to share my loneliness. I wanted to share all that I could teach him and give!

He drew closer as if I were a light and he wanted to be in it.

I wanted this mortal companion precisely because I had put myself into the mortal world.

The heat in me was delicious and unendurable, and I wanted nothing more than to take Amadeo, bring him over to me now, and yet he sat before me, the tears streaming down his face.

Yes, go out. Talk to her. This is the closest you'll get to that moment; this is your chance. And how delicious to be so physically drawn to her, so laid bare by her presence. It was as if an invisible hand was unzipping his pants.

Would that it were true, would that all the poems and paintings of the world were but a mirror of such hopeful splendor.

He wanted her hands on him, he wanted her mouth on him, he wanted to take her from behind, leaning over the bunk, he wanted her to go down on him, he wanted everything he could possibly think of and more. He wanted it hard and nasty, gentle and sweet. But most of all he wanted it now.

He was accustomed to women wanting him. What shocked him was the simple fact that he wanted her. Not hot, energetic sex. Not a blow job from a novice. He wanted her with a perplexing intensity he hadn't felt in years. He was the King of Death, and she was his consort. And no amount of common sense could distract him.

And there was nothing left between them but love, neither pure nor simple, but love it was.

You have everyone else at your feet, Miss Lydia. Why should you need me as well? For a moment she couldn't speak, mesmerized by the torment she saw in the dark depths of his eyes. Because you're the one I want, she said in a hushed voice.

You're right about something else," he said, his voice ragged. "I'm scared to death of you. Because I want you, when common sense and a lifetime of experience tells me I should kill you. I want you, and if I give up then you'll own me, and I'll have nothing left to fight with.