Quotes About Yearning

He treasured her, treasured her tears, treasured her love for others. Her heart might even be big enough to fill that empty space in his own chest. Perhaps she could be his heart as well.

He grunted and stirred, withdrawing from her. She only had a moment to be disappointed and then he flipped her to her back and rose over her, powerful and male. He casually parted her legs with his knees and thrust into her again, hot and hard. She gasped at the swift invasion, the lovely feeling, and then his face was next to hers, his big palms cradling her cheeks. "What I want," he drawled, "is ye. Nothin' else.

Nell'amore non corrisposto è come se due individui vivessero in una bolla d'aria densissima e uno dei due venisse soffocato da tanta pienezza.

It is the dark, the dark that draws me backInto a chaos whereVocations, visions fail, the will grows slackAnd I am stunned by silence everywhere.

The day was so lovely that, to Flora, it seemed possible to leave only if it was impossible to stay. She tried to imagine leaving. She imagined that her body was asking her to leave. She

Today I will go to wait for her again, because I cannot help it, because my whole being seems now to be bound up in the being of one so different from myself and yet so exquisitely familiar that I can scarely understand what has happened.

It is hard to be warmed by starlight, when you want the sun.

Single people eat sadly--they cobble together things left from shopping trips based on dreams of all the meals they'd fix for themselves, all the ways they'd treat themselves to something grand; those dreams, for me, died by the next day and, despite my best hopes, I wanted only canned hash and apples.

But you cannot fly away from people who have flown away from you; you cannot fly into your own arms.

Unrequited love–plain desperate aboveboard boy-chasing–turned you into a salesperson, and what you were selling was something he didn't want, couldn't use, would never miss. Unrequited love was deciding to be useless, and I could never abide uselessness.

Movie kisses looked like they'd hurt. She couldn't get enough of them. They made her feel alive - not in any expansive way, but assessed, her pulse taken, a rubber mallet to the knee that made her kick.

I loved him because I wanted to save him, and because I could not. I loved him because I wanted to be enough for him, and I was not. I loved him because I discovered that day, after years of practice, I had a talent for it.

He shouldn't want to see her, but he did. He shouldn't want to know how she felt, how she tasted, but he did. He shouldn't want to know what food she liked or what she thought about when she was alone. He shouldn't want to know what her favorite music was or what she did when she wasn't modeling, if she did anything at all, but he did. He wanted to know everything there was to know about Razel D'Punz; the real Razel. No makeup. No costumes. No lights or camera.

She has always wanted you as a mate, Owen.

Please don't let this be a dream. I don't want to wake up, if it is.

Ever since I saw you"—she pulled me closer and draped both of my legs over her shoulders. Her eyes blazed with hunger—"I have just wanted to eat you up.

He pressed his forearms flat against the wall, caging me with his body. Electric heat sparked in the space between us. He pulled back. His irises swirled with silver flecks, twisting into a metallic pool. His Wolf stared down at me. "I don't want anyone touching you, except me.

The desire to run so far that he wouldn't be able to catch up played through me, but in my gut, I knew he would. And somehow, it filled me with an odd sense of safety, knowing that, no matter how far I ran, he would always be able to catch me, and I would always want him to.

I lifted my head, my gaze meeting his. "Wanting something doesn't guarantee you will get it." "A man can still hope." "I've never had much room for hope.

I should have wanted you. I wanted so much to want you.

The absolute gut-level truth was that he had no desire for God to interrupt him in this way.

Aching for one thing and enjoying something else aren't mutually exclusive.

i want to live. simple as that. we all do, don't we?

No woman really wants a man to carry her off; she only wants him to want to do it.