Quotes About Yearning

Is it possible?" He could have sworn she was teasing. She shouldn't have the energy for that. "What?" He lay next to her on his stomach, wrung out. Completely and utterly sated and yet thinking of the things he yet wanted to do to her. "You did." Her voice was light, teasing even. "What?" "You begged, my lord." He laughed softly. "To have you make love to me like that, I'll beg you every night of my life, Lady Banallt.

Dread that she would meet some other man and see in him all the joy of life that he lacked. "I will see you home." The words came out all wrong, with gruff emphasis on the word will. One look at her, and he lost all chance at serenity. Because he had never in his life cared whether anyone liked him. He'd never thought about it. Until her.

'Cause it's witchcraft,Wicked witchcraft.And although I know it's strictly taboo,When you arouse the need in me,My heart says, "Yes, indeed" in me,"Proceed with what you're leadin' me to!"

It's a never ending dream for everyone it seems, to find again what was once precious and has been lost.

I'm here!" I said..."I'm read to go home!" As if they couldn't see me. As if I couldn't remember what it had been like, fluttering next to someone's ear and whispering into it. How the whole earth was like a musical instrument that we could play effortlessly. ...I could not fly. My sister was not there. My heart was broken.

The one thing he had learned living with Dana was that enough was never enough. There was always another thing, one more toy, one more adventure, and they were always just out of reach until they weren't. And then there would be the next thing.

You could see that it only wanted some attention to be beautiful again.

She wanted so to be tranquil, to be someone who took walks in the late-afternoon sun, listening to the birds and crickets and feeling the whole world breathe. Instead, she lived in her head like a madwoman locked in a tower, hearing the wind howling through her hair and waiting for someone to come and rescue her from feeling things so deeply that her bones burned.

Trying relentlessly to make you love me, but I don't want the love—I quite prefer the quest for it. The challenge. I am always disappointed with someone who loves me—how perfect can he be if he can't see through me?

Sometimes I feel like I've got my nose pressed up against the window of a bakery, only I'm the bread.

I want someone to love and treasure and overwhelm.

I thought you might supply some tenderness I lacked But out of all the things I offered you took my breath away and now I want it back

Iwish you would love me more so that I could love you less. —Not Me

I wish I could go away somewhere but the only problem with that is that I'd have to go, too.

I'm sorry it's not Mark - it could've been. It should've been. It might've meant something. Maybe not much, but certainly more

I WISH YOU would love me more so that I could love you less.

That's why the sweetness of the sexual contact is perfect, but it can only be a dissappointment.

I'm feasting on a banquet of crumbs.

I want you to want me because you want me, not because of grief, not because he is not here. I want you to love me for me. I want you to kiss me first and not because you need me to help you, but because you need to kiss me.

I. Am. So. Hungry.

When I think of your name, I feel an ache.

A tiny part of my heart is so happy to see him safe and laughing, but the other part is a black pit that threatens to suck all of me into it. He is happy without me. He is laughing without me. But what about me?

They should be beautiful, but I know what they are. They are not beautiful, because beauty is about grace and love and hope. They are all about need.

she was just another girl I would never get to know.