Quotes About Yearning

Delicious to know you could have him. Delicious to know that you could save him.

Love, all I want is to make love to somebody who knows my name.

He turned his head aside, offered Sebastien his throat, his fingers curled and urging.

I loved him. I love you. After a fashion.

He sipped his wine and swirled it in the goblet, wishing bitterly that he could close the distance to the little cover by the fire and be one of them again. Wishing he could remember the touch of Will's hand, the press of Tom's mouth, without tasting the enormous soft emptiness that threatened to open like black wings and enfold him.

Murchaud's hands lightened on his hips; Murchaud's teeth closed on the nape of his neck like a stallion conquering a mare. He cried out, but Morgan's mouth muffled the sound.

Lady, if it would not kill me, I should kiss thee.

We all have our own purposes in seducing thee, Sir Poet. Thee, and that which thou dost harbor.

He felt her moving, tasted her sweetness like venomed blood.

David's hand rest on Sebastien's shirt front and cravat, over where his heart would have beat when he still lived. The pressure felt like a trap, suddenly, and Sebastien pulled away and stood, flicking his suitjacket straight, with his thumbs.

Orphans. Dream of being secret princesses." Perceval's thumbs made firm circles in Rien's muscles. "And so?" she said. "You are.

Kit reached up and over, felt down the spring plane of his shoulder blade. His left arm with its old injury wouldn't flex so far; he reached with the right. Blood-gorged flesh heated his fingertips. He could feel, almost, the outline of each tooth, the roughness of a seeking tongue. Right where someone might bite a lover take from behind- Right where a wing would take root, if he had wings.

Kit caught Will's eye, and the smile he sent down might have melted Will like a candle end. Lovesick fool, Will thought, and looked down before someone could notice his silly grin and draw an entirely correct conclusion.

I'd believed. And now I couldn't believe anymore. And I missed that believing so much. This must be what losing your religion feels like.

I have wanted you to see out of my eyes so many times.

she'd never experienced for Chandler the kind of feeling a woman should have for a man she thought about marrying, that breathless kind of wanting, that aching sort of yearning, that endless, ferocious passion, that insistent, frenzied, needy demand, that hot, sweaty, wanton arousal that made a woman just want to rip off her clothes and wrap her naked body around a man and feed herself to him whole, that... that…

I've never written the things I'd like to write that I've admired all my life. Maybe one never does.

The day was meant for what ineffable creature we must have missed?

Oh, must we dream our dreams and have them, too?

Nobody speaks the truth when there's something they must have.

Darling, I don't want you; I've got no place for you; I only want what you give. I don't want the whole of anyone…What you want is the whole of me — isn't it, isn't it? — and the whole of me isn't there for anybody. In that full sense you want me I don't exist.

What you want is the whole of me—isn't it, isn't it? —and the whole of me isn't there for anybody. In that full sense you want me I don't exist.

There are still places I cannot walk past, though we only walked here those two days. When I walk I look for places we did not go.

Darling, I don't want you; I've got no place for you; I only want what you give. I don't want the whole of anyone. I haven't wanted to hurt you; I haven't wanted to touch you in any way. When I try and show you the truth I fill you with such despair. Life is so much more impossible than you think.