Quotes About Yearning

It is a pity that those whose good graces we long for are always dead.

Dora erhebt sich vom Küchentisch und lässt eine Fliege ins Freie, die schon seit geraumer Zeit an der Schreibe brummt. Taumelnd schwebt das Insekt durchs Fenster, irgendwie unbeholfen, als wäre die Idee von Freiheit nur schön, solange man eine Fensterscheibe hat, die einen aufhält.

Both had lost parents at an early age, and while Albert did not have a rift with his father as Victoria did with her mother, both ached for an idyllic domesticity they had dreamed of as children.

For a flicker of a moment our gazes held, sweet and tormented.

As I ached for this lost part of myself, my missing finger became a synecdoche for all lost things in my life—women and mothers, youth and full-scalp coverage, soberness, and the bliss of solid sleep. Most of all, I ached for the future as a shimmering, distant thing.

I think I want to kiss you again

She did not like what he was saying. She wanted him to rebel with her, to believe as she did that they were meant to be together, somehow, some way.

You cannot imagine the power you possess over me. With a look, a sigh, a smile, you reduce me to nothing but hunger.

When he bent down and swept her up in his arms and carried her to the divan, she did not protest. She fumbled with the buttons of his waistcoat, eager to touch his flesh and feel his heart beat against her hand. He moved over her and looked down at her with eyes dark with passion. "I have missed you," he said. "God, how I have missed you." "Show me," she said, and sighed with happiness when he put his hand on her ankle and began to slide it up her leg.

You cannot imagine the power you possess over me. With a look, a sign, a smile, you reduce me to nothing but hunger.

I longed to arrest all beauty that came before me, and at length the longing has been satisfied.

Me hubiera gustado que me amases pero no has podido. Cuando me miras ves un rostro que no es el mío. No he sido capaz de vencer a tus fantasmas, pero tampoco quiero que tú te conviertas en el mío. Creo que no regresarás, de manera que iré preparando mi marcha.

diminuto al que añoraba tener en sus brazos.

She was not a woman made for sitting home and nursing. She craved things darker, stranger, out of bounds.

In her heart she longed for this man, dreamed of a life that could never be.

He wondered if she'd mind if he threw her down on the blanket and tore off her clothing. (..) She looked heartbreakingly innocent. Alex sighed. She'd probably mind.

And then there was Kate Sheffield. The bane of his existence. And the object of his desires. All at once.

It was the one dream he'd never permitted himself to consider.

Simon stopped breathing until her forefinger touched his nipple, and then his hand shot up to cover hers. "I want you," he said. Her eyes flicked downward, and her lips curved ever so slightly. "I know." "No," he groaned, pulling her closer. "I want to be in your heart. I want-" His entire body shuddered when their skin touched. "I want to be in your soul.

And for the rest of the night, he couldn't quite forget the smell of her perfume. Or maybe it was the soft sound of her chuckle. Or maybe it was neither of those things. Maybe it was just her.

Did you wonder?" he whispered. "Did you leave me and wonder what I hadn't told you?" He leaned in, just so she'd feel his lips move whisper-light against her ear. "Did you want to know what I did when I was wicked? Do you want me to tell you?" he murmured. He felt her jerk slightly in surprise, and he chuckled. "Not about them, Francesca. You. Only you." -Michael Stirling

She needed him to be him. Even if he could not be hers.

I can live with you hating me," he said to the closed door. "I just can't live without you.

Michael nodded tersely, eyeing a table across the room. It was empty. So empty. So joyfully, blessedly empty. He could picture himself a very happy man at that table. "Not feeling very conversational this evening, are we?" Colin asked, breaking into his (admittedly tame) fantasies.