Quotes About Yearning

Life punishes the needy; admit you can't live without something and it's taken away.

sometimes, the more you want something, the more the opposite tends to happen.

In my mind, I see Will. Think how he has become the mist, the sky, everything, to me. I do more than survive here. I love.

He steps onto the sidewalk and rocks on the balls of his feet. He looks beautiful standing there, and a familiar ache starts in my chest as I wonder how I can love and fear the sight of someone with the same intensity.

It's unclear who moves first. We're in each other's arms, lips locked, melded, hotly fused. Our hands drag over each other, reacquainting, remembering, almost as if we're both verifying the other one is real flesh and blood.

I touch his cheek, see my hand shake, and quickly pull it back. He grabs my wrist, places my palm back against his cheek, and closes his eyes like he's in agony. Or bliss. Or maybe both. Like he's never been touched before.

I wouldn't have waited this long for you. I would have already showed up at your dorm the minute I decided I wanted you. I wouldn't leave until I convinced you that you were mine

I shrug like I don't care. ...Like every fiber of my being isn't weeping in need for him

Don't stay away from me anymore." I stop myself, just barely, from telling him I won't. I can't promise that. Can't lie. He opens his eyes. Stares starkly, bleakly. "I need you.

Pleasure suffused her and she snuggled deeper into his arms, her heart clenching when he tightened his hold on her. After a while his breathing slowed and his hold relaxed. Convinced he slept, she whispered, "You should have been my first." A small ache pinched her heart. His chest vibrated beneath her hand, sending a thrilling shiver up her spine as his deep voice rumbled through the air, "I'll be your last.

I want you," he said starkly, the barest quiver in his hoarse voice. "Me and you. Together." He drew in a deep breath, his broad chest lifting. "But I can't chase you forever.

I only know that I can't live without flight. Without sky and moist, breathing earth.

Yo haría cualquier cosa por ti. Especialmente si eso significa que voy a volver a verte.

No tenía nada. Solo un deseo frenético de aferrarme a algo, a cualquier cosa que me mantuviera a flote en el desierto de mi existencia.

I wish for adventure. I wish to matter. I wish for a home.

He didn't know why—he was certainly no prize for any woman—but she wanted him there. And he just wanted her. He knew that now. He accepted it. He felt lighter owning that fact. He wanted her around him. He wanted her under him, and he wasn't going to pretend differently anymore.

I stare into the distance, where Tate´s Jeep turns off the road and fades from sight. All of a sudden, my chest feels so tight it hurts-I imagine this is the sensation someone gets when they're underwater for too long and out of breath.

Is that what you would do?" He stared at me and I waited, wondering why his answer mattered so much. "I wouldn't have waited this long for you. I would have already showed up at your dorm the minute you decided I wanted you. I wouldn't leave until I convinced you that you were mine.

Te quiero, Jacinda, con todo mi ser y con todo mi aliento.

It's like I'm thirteen again and he's my crush. All I'm aware of in this entire roomful of people is him. Where he is, what he's doing, who he's talking to.

Lover? I don't know. I don't know if she loves me. I don't know if I love her. All I can say is, she's the one I think about. All the time. She's the voice I want to hear. She's the face I hope to see.

It's like I'm thirteen again and he's my crush. All I'm aware of in this entire roomful of people is him. Where he is, what he's doing, who he's talking to.

You can want and want and want, but if he doesn't want you back ... you might as well wish the sky were red.

Death is not the worst thing; rather, when one who craves death cannot attain even that wish.