Quotes About Yearning

Young girls like the excess of any quality. Without knowing, they want to suffer, to suffer they must exaggerate; they like to have loud chords struck upon them. Loving art better than life they need men to be actors; only an actor moves them, with his telling smile, undomestic, out of touch with the everyday that they dread. They love to enjoy love as a system of doubts and shocks. They are right; not seeking husbands yet, they have no reason to see love socially.

All the days that go by only make me seem to be getting further and further away from the day I last saw Eddie, not nearer and nearer the day I shall see him again.

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

She wanted his touch, wanted him to find that spot where her need left her begging and hungry. Anxious and half mad. And when he touched her, teased her open, slid his finger over the wetness and inside her, her hips arched up, welcoming his touch. "Oooh," she gasped, as his finger slid over her again, swirling in a circle and then pressing down right where it was the tightest and vibrating against her until she was nearly at her peak. "Please-

I deleted your number. Although I know the tired digits by heart, scout's honor, pinky promise. I am trying to talk myself out of every emotion I'm having, and of course, it is failing to a fault. I'm still sad, I'm still mad, I'm still heartbroken, I miss you.

Everything is all right, When you're here, When you're right next to me, When my hand is in yours, Don't leave me, Don't leave me empty handed.

Being a blesséd writer is a cursed attribute, when you wish to no longer be encompassed by someone and yet you are surrounded by loose leaf papers filled with the sound of his voice.

No. I want to get out—outside. Out of this flat." "There's a full moon. Have you ever walked beside the Seine in the moonlight?" "No. Have you?" "Not with you. Let's go.

I have missed you beyond all reason, and that there is not a kissing bunch large enough in that hall to show you how much

I suspect he would rather have lived.

When the need is so great, no matter how much love you pour into a bowl, it will never be full. Or sometimes it is damaged, and the love all runs out through the hole in the bottom.

He had told her he would love her forever, but he could not stay with her. From that time on, she couldn't see his glow or hear his voice in her head. Could he still hear her? Was he even aware of her existence?

Every night she had fallen asleep dreaming about that kiss, and each kiss after.

There's a gentleness about April that made me ache. It seemed like I was always on the run, always working and chasing some goal or another, but April had a way of holding me still. And then I'd begin to hurt and yearn for something I couldn't describe, something I hadn't known yet. All I knew was the ache itself and the strange, sweet feeling it was.

We sat in silence, both of us looking up at the stars. He was probably envisioning a machine headed for Pluto. I wished i was on that machine.

Si no fuera por ti, yo nunca habría sabido lo que es amar a alguien... Si no fuera por ti, nunca habría besado una boca tan dulce.

She took two more steps forward. "Tristan!" she cried out loud. "Are you there?" She walked to the edge of the board and stood with her toes at the very edge. "Tristan, where are you?" Her voice echoed back from the concrete walls. "I love you!" she cried. "I love you!

longed to change herself — not to earn the approval of her betters, but to satisfy her longings for a sight of what lay beyond the present confines of her life. She was not silly enough to dream of becoming a lady. A girl did not become a lady, she was born to be one. But Mary did hope most fervently to own two dresses, a bed, a place she could go to and be alone, and to be able to read a whole book without difficulty.

I must leave you, Claudia. 'Tis unlikely we will have another opportunity to speak alone again before tomorrow." His lips brushed against hers in a kiss so brief that it was over almost before she realized it began. "Do not kiss anyone else until then. I want you to save your kisses for me.

I like to touch you," Claudia said, in her soft, sultry voice. "There are times when I want so badly to touch you that it hurts not to." She lifted one hand to his face and brushed her fingertips along his cheek.

She wanted a smile that was meant only for her.

The more she loved, the more she ached.

There is no satisfaction in eternity,' she said. 'There is only loss.

She looked out across the water and allowed the feeling of longing to wash over her, spill into the crevices of her soul, and fill her completely.