Quotes About Yearning

life is long between the desire and the spasm.

But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.

I that was near your heart was removed therefrom

It's strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words.

mixing Memory and desire

We returned to our places, these Kingdoms, But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation, With an alien people clutching their gods. I should be glad of another death.

Where is the Life we have lost in living?

The more rapacious, to take what I never had; The more unpardonable, to taunt me with not having it. Had you taken what I had, you would have left me at least a memory Of something to live upon.

But you are just the same: Just as voracious for what you cannot have Because you repel it.

No better sauce there is being than hunger.

And that is why we do it, he decided. Because we hope it will bring us peace. But it never, never does.... Sludig

Fine art won't fill me up, y'know.

I had a hunger for things I knew realistically I didn't actually care for.

Curse him for being all tight muscle, with ivory skin and a mouth as soft as rose petals. Curse him for having hair as fair as the sun, and eyes as black as night. Curse him for having the grace of a cat and deft, cool hands. And now I am having the same argument on paper that I have in my own head on too many nights. I know my choice is sensible, but it isn't my common sense I think with, those times Rosto's stolen a kiss from me.

Ozorne, my precious, where are you? - Rikash Moonsword

It's a Stormwing, Ozorne said. I always wanted one.

Curse him for being all tight muscle, with ivory skin and a mouth as soft as a rose petals. Curse him for having hair as fair as the sun, and eyes as black as night. Curse him for having the grace of a cat and deft, cool hands.

It's a Stromwing, Ozorne said. I always wanted one.

I did not say I knew swiving well what my spirit called for, and it was not a curst cage!

I wished I could leave me alone too.

But what, demanded the jawbones, with sinister insistency, is love?

No one asks a robot what he wants.

The cord that bound us drew tighter as we moved further from each other. It tautened, ready to recoil, and plunge us home, breast to breast, eye to eye.

In the midst of passion, some previous passion still held some sway, it seemed.