Quotes About Yearning

he felt an odd tingling, as if he'd suddenly come alive after years of sleepwalking. Then he'd turned and seen her, and he'd known she was the reason he was there that night; the reason he lived in England, the very reason he'd been born.

When he saw her across a crowded room, his skin grew hot, and when he saw her in his dreams, he went up in flames.

Y no es porque siempre quisieras más, sino porque siempre lo querías todo.

He'd spent years not really ever thinking about her unless she was standing in front of his face, and now she had permeated his every last thought. His every last desire. How had this happened? When had it happened?

It came to him in a startling flash. He missed her. He was here, in the same house, sleeping just three doors down, and he missed her. It was his own fault. He knew he'd been avoiding her. But what was he to do? He had kissed Billie, kissed her until he was nearly past the edge of reason, and now he was expected to make polite conversation with her at the breakfast table? In front of his mother ?

It was agony," he whispered. She looked up, startled. He took her hand and kissed her palm. "Do you have any idea how hard it was to tell Freddie Coventry to go ahead and dance with you? What it felt like to watch him take your hand and whisper in your ear like he had a right to be near you?

When his lips finally covered hers, he was not gentle. He was not cruel, but the pulse of his blood was too ragged, too urgent, and his kiss was that of a starving lover, not that of a gentle suitor.

Violet sighed, loudly enough to regain his full attention. She looked tired, wistful. "I wish your father were here," she said. "You don't say that very often," he said quietly. "I always wish your father were here." She closed her eyes for a brief moment. "Always.

I want—" His voice dropped to a whisper, and his eyes looked vaguely surprised, as if he couldn't quite believe the truth of his own words. "I want your future. I want every little piece of you.

She just needed someone perfect for her.

You could think about a woman every day for years, imagine what she might feel like in your arms, but it never, ever matched the real thing.

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

Francesca," he said, and he had no idea why he was saying it, just that her name was the most important thing in the world right then. Her name, and her body, and the beauty of her soul.

who could easily make a grown man wish himself aboard a ship to Australia.

She was the bane of his existence. And the object of his desires. All at once.

And so kissing her became a matter of self-preservation. It was simple. If he did not kiss her now, if he did not consume her, he would die.

Puedo vivir con tu odio —dijo a la puerta cerrada—, pero no puedo vivir sin ti.

It was never because you wanted more, it was because you wanted everything.

He was lost. There was something heartbreaking in the way she was gazing at him, as if she might die if he didn't kiss her. Not from heartbreak, not from embarrassment—it was almost as if she needed him for nourishment, to feed her soul, to fill her heart.

Then he'd turned and seen her, and he'd known she was the reason he was there that night; the reason he lived in England; hell, the very reason he'd been born

His hands began to tingle. His feet, too. It was taking everything he had just to stand still. He wanted to move, he wanted to do something. He wanted to set his life in motion, reach out and capture his dreams.

And Lord, how he'd been imagining it. Despite his composed demeanor, despite all of his promises to Anthony, he burned for her. When he saw her across a crowded room, his skin grew hot, and when he saw her in his dreams, he went up in flames. Now

Because deep in her heart, she wanted him for herself.

I am fond of them, of the inferior beings of the abyss, of those who are full of longing.