Quotes About Yearning

Aaron looked hastily away. One innocent smile, and in his mind, he'd kissed her, stripped her and had her whispering his name between frenzied moans.

Do you know what frustrates me?" he asked. "What?" "How badly I want to kiss you. I hate your mouth. I love your mouth. When you talk all that blather, it's the sexiest thing I've ever heard.

She had never seen anyone like him before in her life. The clothes he wore, the sound of his voice, the expression in his eys, all made her feel that she had had z moomentary glimpse into another world - and she longed passionately to see it again, if only for a brief while.

My dad used to draw these great cartoon figures. His dream was being a cartoonist, but he never achieved it, and it kind of broke my heart. I think part of my interest in art had to do with his yearning for something he could never have.

She tried to hear his heartbeat through the fabric of his tuxedo jacket, and the fact that she wasn't sure whether she could hear it made her think about how hard it was for any girl to ever know whether her love was being returned.

I want to take you until you are boneless. I want to drain you of strength. I want to fill you and take my fill of you. My dear, Ivy, I want to devour you. I want your juices on my toung, flooding my mouth. I want your wetness on my face, your scent covering me. I want your blood in my veins.

I think Jonathan loved you before ever Clarkson did, Martitia. That first day when I lifted you down from the gig in front of our house here at Centre, Jonathan's face showed a new heaven and a new earth.

If you ask me what I want, I'll tell you. I want everything.

I want to get out of here means I want to be innocent.

Murder is a dream because lack is the center of both.

I need anything, anything that will stop me from living in the kind of death the bourgeois eat, the death called comfort.

A shelf to the left of the cash register held bottles of red wine. My weapon of choice. As I looked at them, for the thousandth time I felt the craving. I remembered the taste, the smell, the dry, tangy feel of the wine on my tongue. I remembered the warmth that would start in my gut and spread upward and outward, navigating a path through my body, lighting the fires of well-being along its course.

You taste of the cool water that hides deep in a stream. You taste of the night air, soft and scented and mysterious. The taste of you drives me wild. I want to be with you, be inside you, shout to the world that you are mine at the same time I want to keep you hidden where you will exist only for me. You make me feel invincible, little bird.

Let me love you, Ysolde. Let this happen. Since I was reborn, I have lived every moment in despair because I lost you. Let me worship you now as I've longed to do all those years." Baltic, Love In The Time of Dragons

My heart sobbed a lament that was hard to ignore.

At times, my nostalgia for our family life as it used to be--for our own imperfect, cherished, irretrievable past--is nearly overwhelming.

Why won't you go away?" "I have a mission. So why? Why do I…long so…to be with you?

The very…thought of him…is making me shake!

Earl…why? Why do you want Allen so badly?

Allen…I don't want to fight you. I miss you…and want to see you…but at the same time I don't. Please…at all costs, avoid us.

His love is both pure and terrifying at the same time. Will his choice bring him satisfaction?

I'll keep walking so I can…see you again someday.

That's how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can't experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.

Liam stared at her, his gaze glittering hot with something she was afraid to identify because it made her knees weak and she couldn't breathe from the intensity and pace of her heart pounding away in her chest. He wanted to kiss her. He didn't want to want to kiss her—she could read that in his expression, as well—but she knew he did. And right, then. Cop or not—mistake that it would be— she wanted him to kiss her, too.