Quotes About Yearning

Weeks of longing and solitude: twin muses of creation.

I...thought the street was crying and wondered how I could paint the street crying. I thought I had said something like that to myself before, but I could not remember when or where it might have been. The street is crying, I thought, and I'm sitting here. It's my street and I can't draw it. I want to paint it, I have to paint it while it's crying, and why am I sitting here?

sometimes you can't help but crave some ruin in what you love.

It was beautiful Eric, who desired me, who was hungry for me, in a world that often let me know it could do very well without me.

I want to be first. I know that's selfish, and maybe unattainable, and maybe shallow. But I just want to come first with someone. If that's wrong of me, so be it. I'll be wrong. But that's the way I feel." (Sookie Stackhouse)

Should I just bite you, and end it all?, he whispered. I would never have to think about you again. Thinking about you is an annoying habit and one I want to be rid of.

I have always been very fond of you. He'd always wanted to have sex with me. Plus, I want to fuck you.

As it was, I couldn't escape the feeling that I was out of my element. I found myself thinking of a book I'd left half-read at home and wishing I'd stuck it in my purse so I could pull it out now.

I had never realized a woman could have to struggle to keep her hands off a man, but here I was, digging my nails into my palms, staring at the inside of my eyelids as though I could maybe see through them if I peered hard enough.

Life should imitate romance literature far more often.

I wish, I said. I could save orgasms in a jar for when I need them, because I think I have a few extra.

Apparently, once you got used to regular and spectacular sex, your body had a mind of its own (so to speak) when it was deprived of that recreation; to say nothing of missing the hugging and cuddling part.

That would do the trick, he said hoarsely. Jesus, Harper, I don't understand why we don't have guys following us from town to town just to watch you do that. Because I've never done it for anyone but you, I said. You don't think I'd say something like that to anyone else, do you? Please, he said. Please do that for me. And no one else.

I stopped for a moment, biting the inside of my cheek. This was the hardest part. I want to be first. I know that's selfish, and maybe unattainable, and maybe shallow. But I just want to come first with someone. If that's wrong, so be it. I'll be wrong. But that's the way I feel.

His eyes looked at my body as if it were a drink of water on a desert dune. I don't know much, I confessed, my voice barely audible. Don't worry. I know a lot.

His eyes looked at my body as if it were a drink of water on a desert dune.

Oh, boy, he could kiss.

I had a neat and tidy life in a messy world, and if sometimes I suspected I was trying to fulfill the stereotype of a small-town librarian, well, I had yearnings to play other roles, too.

I want to be first. I know that's selfish, and maybe unattainable, and maybe shallow. But I just want to come first with someone. If that's wrong of me, so be it. I'll be wrong. But that's the way I feel.

I would give anything to lie with you again," he said.

To live without you, only that would be torture. A day alone, only that would be death.

The insatiable thirst for everything which lies beyond, & which life reveals is the most living proof of our immortality.

It always seems to me that I should feel well in the place where I am not.

And yet to wine, to opium even, I prefer the elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself; and in the wasteland of desire your eyes afford the wells to slake my thirst.