Quotes About Yearning

Carus, Carus, gib mir meine Millionen wieder!

If we are not aware of this wall, achieving inner peace may take much longer than necessary, as it did with Jane and her father. Once we recognize and own the fact that we may have a wall, bringing it down becomes our greatest desire, for this wall covers a very significant door, a door we subconsciously yearn to open and enter. Inside the door is our most rare treasure.

I don't have a list or anything. I just haven't met that person that I want to hold a boom box up for yet.

I never wanted you lost, Em, only to find me.

What are you going to do?" Her voice was breathy. "I'm going to do you." He nuzzled her neck.

It would be easier to be smart if I didn't want to be inside you. Didn't want to feel you come." She shuddered. Sex had always been a subject they'd never discussed. One of those taboo topics they avoided. It was strange to hear him utter those words, say things she'd never envisioned him saying to her, but they lit her on fire. "If we still feel this way on Friday, maybe you will." His lips brushed her throat, raising the fine hairs there. "I can give you an orgasm and not fuck you.

Oh! To be in love, And never get out again.

You don't need words just one kiss, then another.

How could you leave me when I needed to possess you? I hated you, I loved you too

I needed another sibling the way I needed a sixth toe. Or a twelfth toe. You know, an extra one on each foot. Never mind.

She wanted something to happen - something, anything: she did not know what.

She missed him the days when some pretext served to take him away from her, just as one misses the sun on a cloudy day without having thought much about the sun when it was shining.

Then he strode across the room and kissed her. It was a crazy, impulsive act, but the minute his lips touched hers he knew it was the right thing to do. She tasted like sex and sin and forbidden fruit, and he couldn't get enough.

There is nothing sweeter in this sad world than the sound of someone you love calling your name.

You must be filled with expectancy. You must be awash in hope. You must wonder who will love you, whom you will love next.

It is a bad thing to have love and nowhere to put it.

Look at me, he said to her. His arms and legs jerked. Look at me. You got your wish. I have learned how to love. And it's a terrible thing. I'm broken. My heart is broken. Help me. The old woman turned and hobbled away. Come back, thought Edward. Fix me

Male or female, what did it matter, really, when the body yearned?

She paced her room all day, tossed sleeplessly in her bed all night. At dusk, she sat in her window and poured all her longing and desire into her songs, hoping he would somehow hear her and return. And he did.

But the idea was stronger than the impossibility of it. Even to recognise that longing and give voice to it was a kind of power.

I wanted to believe someone liked me enough to claim me.

I don't know where I've gone—where I've gone.' The world was cracking around me. I was so small. A flood of shame spilled from my eyes. 'I've lost myself—I'll never get out. Where's my island? Where's my island gone?

Jay's large body covered her. Oh God, the welcome weight of him. His mouth descended on hers, not asking, not seeking, but demanding she meet his need. She wrapped her arms around his neck and arched up into him as her tongue darted into his mouth, met his, and mated in a hot, heady tangle.

In his homilies, this old Jesuit always talked about desire, and how we were connected by our desires. He said the most basic human desire was the desire to be desired by one you desire.