Quotes About Yearning

She bit her lips, concentrating, wishing he'd go and sit on one of the chairs before the fireplace. Or stand at the window and watch the full moon. Anything but sit there so close she could smell the sandalwood soap he used. Night had brought a shadow of a beard to his face. He no longer looked every inch the earl, but more a coach robber, someone who would march her out to the glen and kiss her until she fell to her knees. He would show no mercy to her. Instead, he would make her beg.

as jittery as a caffeine addict outside a closed Starbucks.

You want the truth? I love you so fucking much it kills me to know that I can't have you, that I can't give you the life you want, that I can't do anything except make you miserable.

what to do with her.  She'd rebelled because she'd wanted their attention.  Any of their attention.  All of their

For the first time, I feel just as sorry for my ma as for my dad. Everybody wants to go home, and no one can agree on where that is anymore.

How true can this sensation of unity really be if you need to leave everyone you care about to get it.

It is a special kind of homelessness, says our mayor, to be evicted from your dreams.

It is a special kind of homelessness to be evicted from your dreams.

A single note, held in an amber suspension of time, like a charcoal drawing of Icarus falling. It was sad and fierce all at once, alive with a lonely purity. It went on and on, until my own lungs were burning. "What bird are you calling?" I asked finally, when I couldn't stand it any longer. The Bird Man stopped whistling. He grinned, so that I could see all his pebbly teeth. "You.

If Sawtooth could put words to the brambled knot forming in his throat, he would tell her: Girl, don't go. I am marooned in this place without you. What I feel for you is more than love. It's stronger, peninsular. You connect me to the Mainland. You are my leg of land over dark water.

London. For some reason the word didn't seem to have the magic, warm, sound of home that it had always had.

A great man once wrote, "Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and blows up the bonfire." If only I were as eloquent as Mr. de la Rochefoucauld...I miss you, I miss you, I miss you. And I want you. And I need your kiss. And your touch on my skin like a man needs water. Always.

But maybe everybody was like that, all of us living the lives we had to while dreaming of the lives we wanted.

My mom would say that crying for the moon is a lot like sitting in a rocking chair: It keeps you busy but it won't get you anywhere.

There is an unease in you, too, which I sensed. You remind me of an anchor searching for a spot to latch on to.

Chris's tongue traced a path of fire down Tia's neck. His hands sought her breasts, kneading the soft flesh.

Svårt att vara oviss, rädd och delad, svårt att känna djupet dra och kalla, ändå sitta kvar och bara darra - svårt att vilja stanna och vilja falla.

You know what I wish for?" she said through a tight throat. "What I really need? A man who loves me enough to stay.

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People like us are unhappy in this world and in the next, I guess if we made it to heaven, wed have to help make it thunder.

Manor laid his head straight on the beating heart. His lips searched for the gently swelling mound above the heart, which was set in motion by the heartbeat. There Manor began to suckle, longing and thirsting, like a baby on a mother's breast.

This is an indisputable fact: there are many, many people around here who love things that will never love them back.

There is no more unhappy being under the sun than a fetishist who pines for a boot and has to content himself with an entire woman.

There is no more unfortunate creature under the sun than a fetishist who yearns for a woman's shoe and has to settle for the whole woman.