Quotes About Yearning

Where are you? I can still make no sense of my surroundings. Where are you?!

Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true Here is the place where I love you.

Do I really want him dead? What I want . . . what I want is to have him back. But I'll never get him back now. Even

Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of making my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.

felt once before. In the cave last year, when I was trying to get Haymitch to send us food. I kissed Peeta about a thousand times during those Games and after. But there was only one kiss that made me feel something stir deep inside. Only one that made me want more.

I want to go home, Peeta," I say plaintively, like a small child. "You will. I promise,"...

The ones I loved fly as birds in the open sky above me. Soaring, weaving, calling to me to join them. I want so badly to folow them, but the seawater saturates my wings, making it impossible to lift them.

Si es mor, mai no acabaré de tornar a casa, realment.

So cold, so bitterly cold tonight. As if the Gamemakers have sent an infusion of frozen air across the arena, which may be exactly what they've done. I lie next to Peeta in the bag, trying to absorb every bit of his fever heat. It's strange to be so physically close to someone who's so distant. Peeta might as well be back in the Capitol, or in District 12, or on the moon right now, he'd be no harder to reach. I've never felt lonelier since the Games began

What I want . . . what I want is to have him back.

Where are you, Cato?

Podries demanar la lluna i segur que buscarien la manera d'acontentar-te.

Then Octavia drops to her knees, rubs the hem of a skirt against her cheek, and bursts into tears. "It's been so long," she gasps, "since I've seen anything pretty.

His voice isn't angry. It's hollow, which is worse. Already the boy with the bread is slipping away from me.

I should have never let them separate us!" Peeta bursts out. "That's when I lost her.

I'm disappointed that mine was not the first face he saw when he woke, but he sees it now. His features register disbelief and something more intense that I can't quite place. Desire? Desperation?

Trying to shout her name above the roar. I'm almost there, almost to the barricade, when I think she hears me. Because for just a moment, she catches sight of me, her lips form my name. And that's when the rest of the parachutes go off.

Estimaves l'Annie, Finnick? —pregunto. —No —passa una bona estona abans no afegeix—: es va anar ficant dins meu.

The absence of water intensifies my thirst.

I squeeze my eyes shut and try to reach for him across the hundreds and hundreds of miles, to send my thoughts into his mind, to let him know he is not alone. But he is. And I can't help him. Running.

I could live without you, but I wouldn't want to

He lowered his head toward her, so she could feel his breath warm against her skin, their mouths only inches apart. "You're panting for it, aren't you, Princess?" he murmured.

I've missed you so much," I whisper as he kisses my neck. "Even when I didn't know you, my soul still missed you.

In another life we are happy," I murmur, squeezing my eyes shut. "In another life we grow old together.