Quotes About Yearning

I felt so thirsty for God, so embarrassed by Christianity, and so ready for something more.

Our deepest longing is not for sex but for love. We can live without sex, but we cannot live without love. And

What woman could resist a handsome, wealthy, powerful, nice man who was also just a tiny bit broken inside? It meant that in spite of him seemingly having everything, there was something he still needed from me.

All I've ever wanted was to be near you.

What should I say? That I like him so much it hurts?

This morning, Tegus welcomed me again with an arm clasp and cheek touch. I wasn't startled this time, and I breathed in at his neck. How can I describe the scent of his skin? He smells something like cinnamon-- brown and dry and sweet and warm. Ancestors, is it wrong for me to imagine laying my head on his chest and closing my eyes and breathing in his smell?

How could you miss it? Just the sound of her voice makes my chest feel tight, my face gets hot and my mouth goes dry whenever she's near. It's getting so bad, all I have to do is see her and I'm already thinking, 'What does she want? What can I do for her?' She's got some power over me, there's no question, and what else could it be? ~Razo

Finn leaped from his horse to greet Enna, and she entwined herself into him, their arms around each other, their faces close. Thoug they did not kiss, Rin thought that the way they looked at each other was even more intimate. 'Let's get married,' Enna was saying with yearning in her voice. 'Please, let's get married right now.' Finn put his face into her neck and whispered something that made her hum.

He had the kind of face you wanted to kiss — lips, forehead, cheeks, eyelids, everywhere except his chin. That you wanted to bite.

Uge, save me from the sauce of their loveyness-raso Forest Born

A need, a need, a need have I A wish, a wish, a wish, I sigh

That's the word he'd used - stunning. It's a difficult word to dismiss. She longed to be that word to someone.

Come on, she willed through the care window. Come on, change me. I dare you.

I'd thought I wanted to live free of my mundane little cage, but the world outside was feeling more and more hazardous.

I want to be happy. I used to want Mr. Darcy, laugh at me if you want, or the idea of him. Someone who made me feel all the time like I felt when I watched those movies.

She shut her curtains, locked the door, and lifted her mattress, pulling out last year's Sustainable Logging Lumberjack Calendar. She flipped through the pages and sighed. Yes, the lumberjacks had chiseled jaws, warm eyes, and broad shoulders beneath flannel shirts.

she also felt a yearning like the beginnings of a yawn arching in her chest to have that separation and to become, finally, who she would be.

How could you miss it? Just the sound of her voice makes my chest feel tight, and my face gets hot and my mouth goes dry whenever she's near. It's getting so bad, all I have to do is see her and I'm already thinking, what does she want? What can I do for her? She's got some power over me, there's no question, and what else could it be? There was a heavy pause, then Enna burst out laughing. Finn smiled at his boots.

but I suddenly had to see you again. I know that seems ridiculous, but I look at you, and I feel sure of something.

Today I keep thinking of all the people who have left and never returned — my brothers, Khan Tegus, our guards, this entire city. What a strange, dark world that swallows people whole.

Why was it that when she was aching for a man, everyone was married, but when she was giving them up, so many men were so awkwardly single?

Charlotte couldn't allow herself to dwell on how it felt to hold Eddie's hand - as if all that mattered in the world were expressed in that touch; as if she would be safe and happy forever because this wonderful man wanted to be beside her; as if doves had come to nestle and coo beseechingly in her bosom. No, she really couldn't allow herself to dwell on that, especially if doves were involved. Doves crossed the line. As they often do.

out of her sight.

Things are't working out so well, and each time the men in your life dissapoint you, you let Mr. Dary in a little bit more. Perhaps you've come tot he point where you're so attached to the idea of that scoundrel, you wont be satisfied with anything less.