Quotes About Yearning

She didn't want the medi-techs. She wanted a fucking a candy bar.

I saw you, and that's all it took. Sometimes I can't breathe, I love you so much.

You know what happens to people who longingly imagine having things they can't afford?" "Happy dreams?" "A life of crime.

He could want her, every minute of every day. Was certain he would go on wanting her after he was dead and gone. She was the pulse, the reason, the breath.

He'd wanted her. Out of all the women in the world, he'd wanted her. Wanted, hell, she thought grinning now. Pursued, demanded. Taken. And while she could admit all of that was exciting, he'd gone one step further. He cherished. She'd never believed anyone would, or could. And had never believed there was enough inside her to give all of those things back. (Lt. Eve Dallas)

I keep thinking, well, this'll settle down. It's bound to level off and settle down. But it doesn't. Even when things are just going smooth and we're just....living, I can look at you, and I've got no breath left. Every minute with you, I'm alive. I never knew before there were pieces of me unborn, just waiting for you. I'm alive with you, Eve She sighted, touched his cheek. We'd better get out of here. We're getting mush all over the pool.

It stunned him how much he could want her still, baffled him that she could be blind to how helpless he was under the clawing need for her. It infuriated him that she could, simply by existing, be his weakness. 'Hold

He could make her want simply by existing. There'd been no one else who could ever hold her heart with no more than a look, a word. He'd given her a life beyond survival, beyond even the badge that had been her world, and the symbol of that survival.

When she lay curled against him, her skin dewed from passion, there was still that small, cold place inside of her where the heat hadn't quite reached.

I've got to get out of this place," he said as he eased back. "That's God's shining truth. I can only breathe in cop for so long without choking." "Hey." He tapped his finger on her chin. "Excepting one.

I'm inside you." He panted it out as he pushed them both to madness. "Everything I am. Body, heart, mind.

Everything in me skips and scrambles when you look at me like that." "You're mine." And that brought him something beyond excitement, something deeper than passion.

I want you inside me." "You only want one aspect inside you," he murmured.

being alone. He wanted a woman

Everything and all things. That was Eve for him. Nothing he'd ever dreamed of, even in secret in the dirty alleys of Dublin, approached the reality of her. Nothing he possessed could ever be as precious. The taste of her in the cool night, in the pale light, stirred a craving he understood would never be fully sated.

Roger] "Do you know how amazingly beautiful you are to me?" "As beautiful as you are to me." She slid her gaze down then back up with one of those secret smiles that played havoc with a man's mind. He shook his head. "Nah, I couldn't be, because you'd be insane with your need to just watch me. You'd ache every moment to just touch me. Your nights would be consumed with dreams of me and you'd live every moment just to love me.

But he cannot see a connection between the end of yearning and the end of poetry. Is that what growing up amounts to: growing out of yearning, of passion, of all intensities of the soul?

Resulta extraño añorar lo jamás tenido, aquello de lo que nunca ha formado parte. Resulta extraño tener una sensación elegíaca acerca de un pasado que en realidad nunca ha conocido

Auf den Stachel des Begehrens haben wir nur eine Antwort: fangen, einschließen, festhalten.

Resulta extraño añorar lo jamás tenido, aquello de lo que nunca ha formado parte. Resulta extraño tener una sensación elíaca acerca de un pasado que en realidad nunca ha conocido

Vergnügen ist Mangelware, aber an Schmerz ist heute überall ranzukommen.

Worte entfremden. Sprache ist kein Medium für Begehren. Begehren ist Hingerissensein, nicht Austausch. Nur dadurch, dass die Sprache das Begehrte entfremdet, beherrscht sie es.

Me falta algo, Eugenio. Sé que no debería ser así, pero lo es. La vida que tengo no me basta.

Sin embargo, apostaría a que si mañana te ofreciese toda la pasión que necesitas, pasión a carretadas, no tardarías en echar en falta alguna otra cosa.