Quotes About Yearning

If the choice is to take what you're offering or to walk away, I choose this. I choose you. I choose whatever you're willing to share with me. Even though I'm never going to stop wanting more from you than just awesome sex. Even though I'm always going to want to change you're mind.

I never could get close enough to you. In the months we were together, all I wanted was to love you more, to become part of you.

keep stealing her breath when she was beyond certain that he'd already stolen it completely away just moments before? "Show me," she pleaded.

She loved the way he deepened the kiss, making her dizzy as he wound his fingers in her hair and angled her head, urging her mouth open wider as he kissed her more forcefully. Reese tore at his shirt, needing to see him, to feel his skin against hers.

I would be everything for you if I could." "You very nearly are

No woman had ever done this to him: made him burn, tore him open, tried his patience to its very limits. People

I've hoped for this for so many years, waited for someone to come along whom you could finally love more than your family, someone who would turn you inside-out and toss you off your path,' His mother looked positively gleeful in the face of his misery. 'Someone just like Nicola for you to blow it with.

You're every single fantasy I've ever had.

I'm bad at some things." She raised an eyebrow. "Name one thing." Making you fall in love with me the way I've always been in love with you. You only ever saw the jock while you let those artist assholes chase you. And hurt you.

Unrequited love made right is the ultimate, isn't it?

How helpless we are, like netted birds, when we are caught by desire

and then something woke in me. It wasn't just -- appetite. It was more permanent than that. I wanted to possess her, not for a moment but forever; wanted her to be -- as the word goes -- mine.

Now that I have found someone, I'm feeling more alone... than I ever have before.

I wish you were here so we could walk and talk in the soft rain.

carefully combed and scented vulture waiting to swoop down from the side lines." Evening after evening between 6 o'clock and midnight he drifts in and out of the lobby, up and down Randolph Street and takes up his position at various points of vantage where crowds pass, where women pass. I've watched him. No one ever talks to him. There are no salutations. He is unknown and worse. For the women, the rouged and ornamental ones, know him a bit too well. They

Love is a hole in the heart.

I took the sing from your song. I made a bed where you don't belong.

And the whole town just stood there crying, Looking at the darkness, For something wholesome and good

[L]eave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine.

fleeing into an imagined past

why do you think poseurs pose? Because they want to be invited to the dominion of the real, an almost magical zone of unselfed sensation, and they know their very desire for it disqualifies them. Consider that, the next time you cluck your tongue at some awful, grandiose fake. Dude just wants to feel.

I needed my daughter to disappear from my sight. If I could have had a wish, I would have wished her away.

Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all? How about this: I lost without the love. I've lost things I've never even had. A whole life.

I mean we desperately wanted to be in love with something or other. We were lonely people. It seemed more sensible to fall in love with another person who also wanted to fall in love, than to love a chair or a cat or an idea.