Quotes About Yearning

You cannot contain me. You will return. You will call for me. You know you will. Like speaks to like. I woke you.

They danced together, bodies close, belly-grinding to the rhythm, invoking the demands of lust.

He felt desire, but it wasn't urgent, more a simple need for oneness with this new company.

He felt as if all the clocks in the world stopped at that moment. Would Daniel dare not come to him?

It was as if she needed and wanted something from Ays, but would not speak plainly about it, or even off signals of a definite nature. He was sure it wasn't simply love or protection she was after, but something more profound, which she was perhaps unable to define herself.

To Aninka, he seemed all bones and ribs, his skin stretched tightly over his body. His slim naked feet looked fragile. Aninka swallowed, thought Shem's boy. And understood immediately the root of Taz's desire. Shemyaza had touched this creature; part of him lived in Daniel.

Take me, Sacramante, I thought, eyes closed. I am yours.

Pharinet, more than anyone he knew, craved freedom.

Othman watched Owen through slitted eyes, waiting for him to manifest some physical effect from the haoma that Emma had put in his coffee. Lily was chattering brightly, but her words were nothing more than a chirruping nonsense that flapped around Othman's senses. He wanted Owen. He needed him.

You are his creature and you must lure him to me.

Did he imagine the rustle of garments, the brief touch of fingers on his brow? He opened his eyes, expection violation, but there was no one there.

Melandra felt the moist heat of the woman's sweet, spicy breath upon her lips. Her whole body tingled as if it was being stroked by loving hands. Melandra closed her eyes. Her lips met those of the nameless woman and for a timeless, endless moment, they kissed like lovers.

We have yearned for one another because we are just parts of a sundered soul. The soul is big, so big. Perhaps it belongs to a fragmented god, and there may be good reason why it fragmented. I don't know.

She craves his attention, and the least morsel of it gives her satisfaction.

You chose the wrong path, Wilfish. You could have been with me, which we both know is what you truly desired.

Shan had lived here, in close proximity to Taropat every day. Tayven felt a barb in his heart. Jealousy.

If he went away, would the link between himself and the others be broken? Would he be free or drawn back against his will? Would Owen come after him? He shuddered at the thought, suddenly presented with the image in his mind of a moonlit night, himself in a small room alone, and a figure outside below, looking up at his window, forming a wordless summoning.

He sensed immediately the woman's spirit of yearning, her unfulfilled dreams.

Leila felt as if he was a fluid in her hands, dripping away.

Why do you think I noticed you so much? This is a dream come true for me, but then it isn't at all. I can't change you.

How was it possible to own such power? Khaster knew Tayven wanted him, so he couldn't refuse. Was this any better than what Bayard had done earlier? He couldn't tell. He just wanted to taste those lips.

My path is lonely and made all the more so by all that I feel for you in so many ways.

It is an addictive substance, life.

Lily and Owen, he wanted to keep near him, and would not surrender them.