Quotes About Yearning

He suppressed any thought of Ishtahar and tried to concentrate on the lithe, young body against him.

He was so beautiful it was almost unbearable. His feline body, now shirted in khaki drab, his blond-streaked hair, seemed to represent all that Ari could ever want, all that she would be denied once Star Eyed moved on.

He wished Owen would move his hands. It was impossible to think when they lay upon his body.

Othman willed her face to turn to him. He could see she was anxious, uncertain, but recognised within her eyes a hunger for him.

To be apart from Min would be like dying for him, and no gloves of fur and snakeskin could stroke away the pain.

Daniel noticed that Sofia glared hungrily at the remains of the fruit as Enniel replaced it on the altar. She looked as if she might rise up, throw herself across the temple, and gorge herself on the sticky fragments.

He yearned for the mellow glow of an English summer evening and the smallness of life in his old home.

I am she who once lived within your father, but he cast me out at the old domain. I miss him so badly. I miss the warmth of flesh. Let me in, Dragon Heir. Let me lie comfortably within your skin. I can show you such delights.

There was something wrong about seeing her now. It was as if they belonged to different worlds. He wished he could excuse himself.

Tamara's heart clenched in her chest, a desperate muscle.

Do you want me, Rufus?" Khaster asked coldly. "If so, forget it. You needn't bother showing concern for my well-being.

I think certain truths in our lives yearn to be uncovered, regardless of circumstances.

Almorante and I were once very close. Bizarrely, I was assailed by the desire to discuss things with him, as I always used to. I realize I must have missed it.

Lily found herself wondering whether his story was genuine. Perhaps he only wanted it to be. A sad chord sounded in her heart. He seemed at once lonely and deluded, waiting for the saviour he called Azazel. Lily felt Shem wold only laugh at him. No, she thought bitterly. He'll seduce him, then laugh.

There were elements of Owen in Jack; the litheness, the clever sarcasm, the apartness from Daniel that meant only later you'll be mine.

I want to hate you, yet I can't. There is something more to you than what you show, something I don't know.

For me, the coupling of flesh is not enough. It is but a parody.

You are beautiful, Daniel thought, but empty. I thought I wanted to touch you, but I don't. You won't let me reach the places I want to touch.

It was best to shun such places. But the places summoned, as if they yearned for his observation, as if, without it, they would not be real in this world, or would decay. Sometimes they had birthed new myths for him to catalogue.

You're no longer touched by the magic of this place, are you?

Her gaze travelled down his chest to the dark coins of his nipples, which seemed to call for a halo of lips to encircle them, for eager teeth to bite them.

I should have been with them, yes, part of them. I was meant to be part of them, but now I was there in my salon with the Lord of Light.

Seeing Q'orveh had somehow choked the urge for intimacy, with anyone, from my body.

This man was hers. She could have him whenever she wanted to.