Quotes About Yearning

Behöver man vara rädd för den man har älskat? För jag älskade henne. Jag älskade henne verkligen. Det är sant. Men jag är ju inte rädd. Jag bara saknar henne. Först gjorde jag det inte. Ty inte saknar man det som inte finns. Nu vet jag att hon finns. Hon finns ini mig. Därför att hon älskade mig, finns hon ini mig. Därför skall jag låta henne stanna.

Ja vill inte vara ditt barn. (Bengt) - Vad vill du vara då? (Gun) - Din älskare. (Bengt)

Sweet desert rose Each of her veils, a secret promise This desert flower No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Any man worth my love lives only in storybooks.

Despite the intensity of our brief friendship in Sacramante, Liviana Tricante never came to visit me.

Impulsively, I reached out to touch him him, even though I knew such action would evaporate his fragile corporeality. My hand touched silky hair, felt the hardness of skull beneath. I pulled away, gasping, drawing up my knees. This was too real.

My heart was fluttering madly as if I was in the presence of a new lover, of whom I was uncertain.

Ays is my lost soul, he though, my lost soul wandering.

Perhaps she likes to sit there with his eyes upon her. For now, it seems that nothing else of his will touch her.

Slake the thirst that has assailed you for so long.

Peveral Othman had been demonic in his obsessions, but he had never experienced doubt or regret. Shem yearned for that strength of indifference now.

I remembered how she had fought against my presence in the past, and how, in secret moments she had opened her heart to me, telling me she knew I wasn't real, but that in many ways, I was more real to her than anything. How I had longed to reveal myself to her at those times. Perhaps I should have.

She had the appearance of a woman who'd just come from a lover's embrace herself.

I expect you know, with your intuitive senses, that he's been after Lily." "Sort of, yes." "I need to talk to you about him, but not yet." He came back to Daniel, took his hands in his own. "Tonight is ours. I want to forget Othman, Lily, everything. Just for a while.

My interest in her had always been out of the ordinary; something which transcended desire and gratification; a feeling I hoped was reciprocated.

You lost your god here in the flower of Babylon.

Lily could almost feel Barbara's itching desire to take her in hand, dress her up, give her a purpose in life.

I am castrated by my own deliquencies," Shem said. "Not even with you can I overcome them. The thought of a kiss turns my stomach, yet you are a lovely creature.

Ays felt sure the man would swing across to them soon. What would he say? In his heart, Ays prepared himself, scripted questions. Was it you at the wind orchestra, you in the shadows of this morning? Why? What do you want of me? He longed to hear the answer, feeling it would somehow open his perceptions for more than the strongest dose of hela ever would.

She had sacrificed a potential relationship for the sake of a dream that could never be real.

She succumbed to the disease of love, reliquished her flesh to its fevering infection, opened her mind to its gnawing absesses and sores.

Daniel stared at him without expression, wanting to push his hand away, wanting to take hold of it and squeeze the fingers tightly, guide them to his face. It was hard to stay angry at Taziel.

My sore words are inspired by desperate need.

She could smell the perfume of his own body beneath that of the aftershave: a scent of corn and ozone. It was unbearable. She made a promise to herself that she would have him, eventually. She could not stand it if she didn't.