Quotes About Yearning

Then come back to earth and sleep with your devil, who would burn in hell for one night in your arms.

The only question of any significant emotive content is: can you live without it?

The kiss he gave her was not meant to seduce, it was meant to mark a woman's soul, and it was working. Dominant like the man, hungry, demanding. Beckoning forth the secret Chloe that harbored hunger every bit as deep as his. He was a dark, seductive shadow, all around her, and she was drowning in him.

He swapped the fistful of my shirt for one in my hair, and ground his mouth against mine.

There was nothing out there but him. He'd been looking for a long time.

People in Hell want ice water.

Give me a Twilight moment, make me all shimmery, too?

offered him my prayer, my challenge, the one that had gone eternally unanswered: Are you there? Are you as painfully alive and aware as me? Can you feel how much I'm giving you when I touch you like this? Are you worth me?

He would seduce her so thoroughly that she would no longer be able to conceive of herself apart from him; she would be his for the taking, anytime he wanted, anywhere, and in any way he chose to take her, able to deny him nothing. He

He swung her up into his embrace and kissed her hungrily. By the time he'd finished, she was gasping for air and laughing. "My turn?" Dageus teased. "I doona think so," Drustan growled.

Make love to me, make me forget.

I am stretched on your grave and will lie there forever…

There is no freedom for me here.

My heart makes the decision without me and tries to get to her the fastest way possible.

There's no such thing as normal," Barrons says. "You keep thinking that. You suffer hiraeth." "Here-eyeth?" I echo. "A Welsh word that means unattainable longing for a place—or perhaps more accurately a state of being—that never existed. Nostalgia for something that never was.

What did you wish for, Grimm?" Hawk ignored the warning with the devil-may-care attitude that was his wont where the lasses were concerned. A slow smile slid over Grimm's face. "A lass who doesn't want you. A lovely, nay, an earth-shatteringly beautiful one, with wit and wisdom to boot. One with a perfect face and a perfect body and a perfect 'no' on her perfect lips for you, my oh-so perfect friend. And I also wished to be allowed to watch the battle.

The thought that she'd left him by choice had driven him mad. But she hadn't. She'd been taken. He'd loved her for all time. Before she was made. After he'd believed she was gone. Sunshine to his ice. Frost to her fever. I wished them forever. You, too, beautiful girl. The Unseelie King was gone.

Use me, Lisa," he encouraged softly. "Take whatever you want.

A chaste little kiss. Hardly even a kiss at all. Not that she would have invited his kisses, but—since he'd gone ahead and taken one and she was already damned for permitting it—was it too much to ask that he commit to it? Exercise a little follow-through? But

The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were trouble." "Ditto." "I wanted to drag you between the shelves, fuck you senseless, and send you home." "If you'd done that, I never would have left." "You're still here anyway." "You don't have to sound so sour about it." "You're upsetting my entire existence." "Fine, I'll leave." "Try and I'll chain you up.

One day you do meet a man who kisses you and you can't breathe around it and you realize you don't need air. Oxygen is trivial. Desire makes life happen. Makes it matter. Makes everything worth it. Desire is life. Hunger to see the next sunrise or sunset. To touch the one you love. To try again.

How he wanted to touch her hand again! And once again, it seemed that her eyes lingered the longest upon his face, this pumpkin who was the pinnacle of female virtue. Cormack's cock, unbidden, elongated and stiffened. He was glad that his buckskin shirt covered his erection, although suddenly he was acutely aware that his belt was probably too tight.

Zelnora," he rasped back, "the bullfrog has croaked it. I want your dewy pussy clamped down around my prick.

Pain is the dark knight that exists between wanting and not having.