Quotes About Yearning

I can't even tell you how good it felt to see him. It felt even better when he reached through the metal grate, wrapped his fingers around the front of my shirt, dragged me forward, and kissed me through the bars. Sorry he said-only not looking to sorry, if you know what I mean.

If kisses were what you were looking for, little fool, why didn't you come to me? quoted by Susannah Simon

Every moment away from you feels like time spent in a sort of cell. I can think of nothing, dream of nothing, but you. Unfortunately, I will have to remain in my self-inflicted prison a bit longer, since work will keep me from meeting you tonight. I can't seem to find a way to avoid this... however, I hope this gift will make up for my unforgivable behavior. I saw this and though of you, and St. George. You have slain the dragon. Until we meet again, I am your Lucien.

I hope they know how lucky they are to have you. But that doesn't mean I will ever stop trying to have you for myself. You know as well as I do, Meena, that we belong together. I hope that day will come sometime soon. In the meantime: truce. With all the love in my heart, Lucien

while toasting] To blow jobs we want back

No man wants to marry, Finnula. There are just some women they can't have any other way, and so it is a sacrifice willingly made in order to attain a particularly choice—

Ele parece alguma coisa jogada de um helicóptero: sabe como é, o cara perfeito para uma garota necessitada em uma ilha deserta. A garota sendo eu, e a ilha deserta, a minha vida.

Kau tidak bisa merindukan apa yang tidak pernah kau punyai

She didn't want to wait. Didn't want caution, or care, or tender exploration. She needed touch, sensation, raw blank sex to overwhelm her circuits. She held on to him, and they were all arms and elbows and grasping hands...She didn't want to talk-to talk would be to break the spell, the new thing that was happening, herself coming back into the world, with another damaged person as her guide.

She felt a pang, a deep wish for the bay, the soaring towers of the bridge, the sunlight skipping across ten thousand whitecaps between the Golden Gate and Alcatraz. She wanted the scent of the Pacific and the beauty of the cities and the mountains, and her man. She closed her eyes. She opened them and felt small, surrounded by the sweep of the continent. The sky was vast. It was glorious and terrifying.

And still the brain continues to yearn, continues to burn, foolishly, with desire. My old man's brain is mocked by a body that still longs to stretch in the sun and form a beautiful shape in someone else's gaze, to lie under a blue sky and dream of helpless, selfless love, to behold itself, illuminated, in the golden light of another's eyes.

And after awhile of this my brain and my body and every single inch of me that was alive was flooded with the feeling that I was starving, starving for Edmond. And what a coincidence, that was the feeling I loved best in the world.

We'll never have the stars, will we? To roam as we please?" The plaintiveness of his own words sounded childish. But something tore inside him as he suddenly grasped not only his position in the greater scheme of things, but Humanity's.

You, yes, you, linger inside my heart The same you who stopped us before we could start.

I wish our love was right now.

Gone for a while Hoping, always, to return If you will let me

This is my new hobby. I watch my life depart minute by minute. I anticipate the end of everything and anything -- a conversation, a class, track practice, darkness -- only to be left with more clock-watching to take its place. I'm continually waiting for something better that never comes. Maybe it would help if I knew what I wanted.

He looked up at her. "I can't tell you why. She may be a fiend from hell to make me feel this way, but even if I have to hate myself for the rest of my life, this is what I want." He shook his head, perhaps in self-contempt, and shrugged. "I dream about her at night." Eddis looked down at him and said dryly, "We have heard you screaming.

I want my breakfast.

Sometimes you don't even know what you want until you find out you can't have it.

How could I tell him it was because I wanted him to be my boyfriend? And kiss my lips.

You act like I just want to sleep with you... I want to EVERYTHING with you.

I'm so sorry for loving you, I'm so sorry.... But it was such a wonderful dream, my love, such a wonderful dream.

Maybe she'd been drinking too much of the super-sweet Mexican Coca-Cola they had down here. Or maybe she was just tired, alone, and far from home. Because somewhere in the brittle, concrete center of Azrael's dark heart, something was melting.