Quotes About Yearning

Last night was last night. Rayojini was a loner; she did not thirst for a satellite.

We had ben away too long, caught up in the wine of the world, drinking ourselves into heady euphoria.

Pharinet longed only for the comfort of the sea, the sigh and hiss of waves upon the sand, but there were so many things Everna wanted her to do.

The ache of longing was sweeter if its gratification was denied.

Will we ever get a taste for that? It is like sugar and spice mixed with bile.

Music and laughter in the valley called him back, but the summons was weak.

Sing a lust song," Bayard said. "Sing it for me.

Once you have been touched by them, it becomes an addiction.

Othman sensed that, had he wanted to, he could have had Owen now, but it was not the time. The kiss was enough: deep, pervading, the first offering of the greatest passion.

Come now, Tay, don't be coy," Bayard said. "I've always coveted you. You know that, don't you, hiding as you do behind Almorante's bed curtains. He's not here now. Give me a kiss.

As Ishtahar is kept from me, so are you, in a different kind of way.

Shem dozed beside Daniel on the floor of the jeep. Daniel stared at his sleeping face, fighting an urge to reach out and touch it. Not yet. The time wasn't right.

The kiss was an enchantment; oddly chaste, yet steaming with repressed desire.

I could write to you, because everything I wanted to say was forbidden. You haunted my dreams, my every waking moment.

I wonder what absurdity of fate had cast each of our souls down in the environment that the other desired.

He wished he was made of stone, and did not have to feel anything.

I want you," Khaster told the vision, who was becoming more like Pharinet with every moment. "I want Val. I want you back, both of you. Where are you?

He'd been gentle with the Winter twins, remaining only a spectator on their love-making, even though his body had ached to plunder and possess.

Beth asked me to choose a soul to sup, and I picked a radiant bloom, one whose eyes had followed us across the room, one who wanted us to have him.

A person yearning for suicide is afraid of nothing, surely. And this incredible twin, rising through the water wearing his own face, seemed a terrible thing to face. He was afraid of losing himself to the vision, the bright Finnigin that had risen to rebirth.

He knew there were dreams waiting for him, and could even feel their shadowy presences rusting in the corners of the room, among his clothes in the wardrobe, beneath his bed.

I heard your dreams, Tamara Trewlynn. I heard your lonely call.

He watched Daniel develop friendships with the Kurds, and recognised the barbs of jealousy in his heart. When the child Adina put her arms around Daniel and nestled against him, Shem yearned to be in her place.

If I could not be with Beth, perhaps I could find some comfort in being close to her, however subjectively.