Quotes About Yearning

senden baÅŸka hiçbir ÅŸey düÅŸünemiyordum, seni görmek, seni bir kez daha görmek ve sana sar?lmak istiyordum. Bütün gece, bütün o korkunç gece boyunca seni bekledim sevgilim.

Bir gün çocuksu bir gururla —belki de hâlâ o gururla hareket ediyorumdur— evinin önüne gelmedim; fakat inat ve isyanla dolu o boÅŸ akÅŸam ne korkunçtu. Ertesi akÅŸam tekrar evinin önünde gururu k?r?lm?? bir ÅŸekilde duruyor, bütün kaderim boyunca bana kapal? olan yaÅŸam?n?n önünde yapt???m gibi bekliyor, bekliyordum.

Ich wünschte, dass ich Ihnen ein wenig fehlte. (Briefe an Lotte Zweig)

unsäglich arm, weil sie nichts geben konnte und nur empfing, mit

En toda la noche no pude pensar sino en ti, aun antes de conocerte. Yo sólo tenía una docena de libros baratos, encuadernados con cartones rotos, y los quería más que a nada en el mundo, los leía una y otra vez. Y ahora me asediaba la pregunta de cómo sería el hombre que poseía y había leído tantos y tan maravillosos libros.

La música me iba envolviendo de inquietud, mi nerviosismo era cada vez más apasionado, me tuve que poner en tensión para contenerme con todas mis fuerzas, hasta tal punto era intenso el afán de mis labios por acercarse a tu mano. (...) Era incapaz de soportar tenerte tan cerca y tan lejos a la vez, a mi lado en la penumbra.

I hadn't had a book in my hands for four months, and the mere idea of a book where I could see words printed one after another, lines, pages, leaves, a book in which I could pursue new, different, fresh thoughts to divert me, could take them into my brain, had something both intoxicating and stupefying about it.

There pass the trav'lling dreams, and these My soul adores

My love, I see you through my tears. No pity in your face I see. I have sailed far across the years; Stretch out, stretch out your arms to me.

He supposed that he wanted her so much that it was making him fond of her;

if only I had someone who belonged only to me, and didn't always have to go into other people's homes and share with them; I want someone for my very own.

Women are always eagerly on the lookout for any emotion.

An angelfish priestess in anemone drag sat on a post and wished that she were a conch man.

He clutched at my fingers--a spasm, perhaps, for the touch relaxed almost instantly. 'Jane.' 'My lord.' He smiled faintly, a curving of the lips; but the face was so haggard, and beaded with sweat. 'You cry, dear? Waste. Should've married you years ago.

I want to sleep in your bed." Her thighs tingled. "You must really like my mattress." He grinned. I never heard it called that, but yeah.

A lot of good the door did. The man's pheromones oozed through the keyhole and the crack underneath the panelled wood.

Just because I'm not forever by your side doesn't mean that's not precisely where I want to be.

My heart only ever had one thought, one want. One need. Despite all, in spite of all...All my heart has ever wanted is you.

Just because I'm not forever by your side doesn't mean that's not precisely where I want to be.

Frowning, she looked up. "You can't want to ravish me every time we meet." Oh, yes, he could. Demon gritted his teeth...

My heart only have one thought, one want. One néed. Despite all, in spite of all....All my heart has ever wanted is you.

You fill a hungry place shaped like your darkness.

Ever since I saw you in that hallway, I've been completely fixated on getting you naked. Inappropriate as hell, but I can't fucking help it.

Love, by its very nature, is not secure; we keep wanting to make it so.