Quotes About Yearning

He wondered how many other people were lucky enough to have an entire universe of need satisfied by one blond-haired man.

The more he saw of this life the more he realised he just wanted what he'd always wanted: Nikolas bloody Mikkelsen.

Mine! You know you wanna be mine! ?I'm so fine. You're so fine. You deserve to be mine....

Be a chef, be a beggar, be divorced a zillion times, no one in this city cared. Smoke yourself to death out the window. Scare your wife and go to jail. It was heaven to live here. Susie never got that. Poor Susie.

Abrió el libro, pero ninguna página parecía ser lo bastante potente para borrar la soledad que sentía.

He leaned down and nuzzled my ear. "Ah, my Lara. I took you from your sheltered den, kitten." "No." I straightened, wiping my face. "I left my den and chased you, remember?

It is true she liked him most when he wasn't there, but then she usually liked everybody most when they weren't there.

How passionately she longed to be important to somebody again - not important on platforms, not important as an asset in an organisation, but privately important, just to one other person, quite privately, nobody else to know or notice. It didn't seem much to ask in a world so crowded with people, just to have one of them, only one out of all the millions to oneself. Somebody who needed one, who thought of one, who was eager to come to one - oh, oh how dreadfully one wanted to be precious.

I wish you could go through life without ever caring about anything, without ever getting attached to people and dreams and inaccessible places. It just makes you sad when you can never go back.

Have you ever loved anything?" "Yes. Yes. All the wrong things. The hunt, and darkness, and winter, and you, Godmother.

Have you ever loved anything?" Yes. Yes. All the wrong things. The hunt, and darkness, and winter, and you, Godmother.

He wept when they told him you were no longer allowed to see him. He WEPT. How much weeping have you done on his account, girl?" "I wake up screaming every night on his account.

take me. Ancient

I was looking in the window of a newer Canaan, but the dew on its lilies tasted like salt.

This is my heart, a bird in the building.

I don't want any more of this try, try again stuff. I just want out. I've had it. I am so tired. I am twenty and I am already exhausted.

occasionally I wished I could walk through a picture window and have the sharp, broken shards slash me to ribbons so I would finally look like I felt.

And then there are my friends, and they have their own lives. While they like to talk everything through, to analyze and hypothesize, what I really need, what I'm really looking for, is not something I can articulate. It's nonverbal: I need love. I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on. And I know it's around me somewhere, but I just can't feel it.

for Africa was in a way none of them could explain linked up with heaven and they thought of the two places with the same reverence and ultimate longing.

Won't you tell him please to put on some speed, follow my lead, oh how I need, someone to watch over me.

I would kneel by the bank, in the grasses dank, And drink you, drink you, drink you. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox, from "If," Picked Poems . (Chicago: W. B. Conkey Company, 1912)

I want to spend time with you.

When he stood before her naked, he couldn't believe this beautiful woman, with the pale skin, flaming auburn hair, and eyes the color of spring hay, lay waiting for him. Phoebe's cheeks flushed a pretty pink. "You look like you're hungry and ready to eat the proffered offering." "I am, and I will.

Loneliness is an empty space, a hole that cannot be filled. Loneliness is the weather side of the quarterdeck and a vacant captain's cabin. It's the sea when I can't look at it through your eyes. It's the wind when I can't hear it with your ears. It's salt when I can't taste it on your lips.