Quotes About Yearning

I have told my passion, my eyes have spoke it, my tongue pronounced it, and my pen declared it; I have sighed it, wrote it, and subscribed it, now my heart is full of you, my head raves of you and my hand writes to you but all in vain.

Where the hell would I go without you, Kate? No matter where I went, you would be there in my head. I would miss you every moment of my life.

I missed you," he said, his lips stretching into a slow, lazy smile. The ice in his eyes began to melt. "Did you miss me, Nevada?" He said my name. "No." "Not even a little bit?" "No. Never thought of you." Just because I usually chose not to lie didn't mean I couldn't. Rogan grinned and all of my thoughts went to the wrong places. He was almost unbearably handsome when he smiled.

Next to me, Saiman smiled. "We all want what we can't have, Kate. I want you, you want love, and he wants to break my neck.

A fully human Derek stood right in front of me. His eyes were aglow, and he looked at me as if I were the thing he wanted most in the entire world.

Or a stuffed animal. I would've cuddled with it at night." I sighed heavily. "Oh well. I guess that's never going to happen." Arabella giggled. Grandma pointed the breaker bar at her. "Quiet in the peanut gallery.

You taught me the meaning of loneliness, because when I don't see you, I feel alone. You

Time stopped and for a few blissful moments there was nothing except Connor, intoxicating and irresistible, the taste of him, the scent of him, the raw male power of his arms, and the tender seducing touch of his lips... And then I was out of the car and gone before the power of that kiss wore off.

For a time you can be alone and doing fine and never give a thought to living any other way and then you meet someone and suddenly you become lonely. It stabs at you, almost like a physical pain, and you feel both deprived and angry, deprived because you wish to be with that person, and angry because their absence brings you misery. It's a strange feeling, akin to desperation, a feeling that makes you wait by the phone even though you know that the call is an hour away.

her scent made him want to whine like a puppy because he had to stay away.

I licked his lips. He tasted so good. A hoarse male noise escaped his mouth. Yes, growl for me.

He drew me like a damn magnet. I wanted him more than I'd ever wanted anybody before in my life. For those few moments, he'd made me feel safe, wanted, needed, desirable, but it was an illusion. I had to get a grip.

It's been over a year since I've had sex.

What good is immortality if the people you love can't be there with you?

Arland had abandoned her the first chance he got. What did you expect? Did you expect he would come and take you by the hand and lead you to a seat at the host table? Yes. The answer was yes. Maud didn't expect it, but she wanted it. Stupid.

And she wanted to see him bend, to find out what it would be like to see the vulnerability of intimacy in those hard eyes. She was completely powerless and she needed to feel powerful, as a woman does who is wanted so badly by a man, he would do anything for her.

For a time you can be alone and doing fine and never give a thought to living any other way and then you meet someone and suddenly you become lonely.

It's this beautiful thing you can never reach. No matter what you do, you'll never touch it. You can only look and imagine what it would be like to hold it.

I raised my gaze. He was looking at me, his amber eyes full of flames from the fire. "But would I get you, if I were an innkeeper?" "Yes." "That's all I want.

In her rare moments of desperation, she wanted a man to look at her like she meant the world to him, and failing that, she would settle for someone who thought she was beautiful and told her

Touch me." She stared at his palm. Calloused. Probably from swinging that bloody sword. "I won't bite," he said. "Not until you're in my bed, anyway.

What are your intentions toward me?" He leaned forward. Some of the hardness drained from his eyes. They turned deep and very green. "I intend to have you." "In what sense of the word?" A narrow smile tugged on the corners of his mouth. He looked utterly focused, like a cat about to pounce. "In every sense." Rose choked on her coffee.

wanted a man to look at her like she meant the world to him, and failing that, she would settle for someone who thought she was beautiful and told her so. William would probably fit that bill. Part of

He kissed me back. There was no magic this time. No phantom fire, no velvet pressure. Just a man, who tasted like the glory of heaven and the sin of hell rolled into one.