Quotes About Yearning

It's not so much where I want you, Sophie, as it is how. Nothing tastes quite like a woman, and no woman tastes like you. - Marc Hunter

I was trying to get over you! And it didn't work. I was meant to walk on this earth with only you, I was meant to give only you every piece of me. I don't want anyone but you. I love you.

It's just me throwing myself at you, romance as usual, us times us, not lust but moxibustion, a substance burning closeto the body as possiblewithout risk of immolation.

I want these gentle hands... and this kind smile... although I should not want such a thing.

He pulled her close kissing her mouth taking her by surprise. He stepped back passion smoldering in his eyes. She looked at him touching her mouth where his kiss still burned.

i writebecauseit is the only wayi can reach you.

Wahrscheinlich werde ich jede Nacht von dir träumen", sagte er. "Und wenn ich aufwache, weiß ich, dass der beste Teil des Tages schon vorbei ist.""Das hast du irgendwo gelesen.""Hab ich nicht.

I want to bask deeply in the taste of his blood, in that flowing crimson filled with his feelings melted in it...

Ah, ya, omong-omong, aku sangat merindukanmu. Apa kau merindukanku juga, mmm?

Daniel?" The throaty question had him closing the space between them, pulling her closer into his embrace."The way you say my name, that was the second mistake. You haven't closed your heart yet.

I was feeling like I was floating two inches above the sidewalk every step of the way. Feeling, almost, a magnetic pull back towards her and I wondered at all, if she felt it too.

The need in me beautiful is to look back on you forever!!

If you only knew how many sentences I have withheld in hopes that I will be allowed to speak them into your heart one day.

My recurring desire for you has brought me to a point, where, the life I always imagine I shall have with you, seems like a distant memory.

My earnest desire for you has brought me to a point, where the life I've imagined we shall have, seems like a distant memory.

He knew his words could not convey the impossible love he felt for her, so he held her stare and hoped (prayed!) she would understand the immensity of it all.

when you look up to the stars and there's that little shred of hope, that little ounce of desire, that your special someone is looking up the same time you are.

…She kissed me on my thin lips and all my words were pushed back into my mouth. "I don't want to die, " she whispered, "but I need to lose the shackles of this multitude of hearts.

I doubt love can do little else, if it cannot bring back people back from the dead.

If I could have anyone in the world, it would still be you

Shatter your pride in dust to vanish into the joy of longing and love.

I am deeply in love with you but you are so ethereal. I may not know how to touch your heart.

He was the one for her. She somehow knew that no one could make her feel the way did. Not if she lived for another hundred years.

Mark Andrew Poe, Ending Easter