Quotes About Yearning

Esta insatisfacción constante, ese anhelo de algo que echas en falta, es una forma de pensar de la que, en mi opinión, nos hemos librado.

Esta insatisfacción constante, ese anhelo de algo que echas en falta, es una forma de pensar de la que, en mi opinión, nos hemos librado. No nos falta nada. Lo que tú crees echar en falta es una ilusión. Vives por una ilusión.

Lo que anhelamos, lo que todos nosotros anhelamos, es la palabra iluminada que abrirá las puertas de la prisión y nos devolverá la vida.

Tenemos hambre pero no de pan (eso nos dan de comer todos los benditos días, pan con frijoles en salsa de tomate) sino de la palabra, la palabra flamígera que nos revele por qué estamos aquí.

And what is the upshot of this lack of heat, this lack of heart? The upshot is that he is sitting alone on a Sunday afternoon in an upstairs room in a house in the depths of the Berkshire countryside, with crows cawing in the fields and a grey mist hanging overhead, playing chess with himself, growing old, waiting for evening to fall so that he can with a good conscience fry his sausages and bread for supper.

Qué es lo que nos falta cuando no nos falta nada, cuando somos autosuficientes? ¿Qué es lo que echamos en falta cuando no estamos enamorados?

En cuanto a la vaga intuición que tiene él al respecto —la idea de que, lejos de faltarle pasión, su alma bulle de anhelo por algo que desconoce—, se la toma con escepticismo, y la considera la clase de relato que alguien provisto de un alma seca, racional y deficiente se cuenta a sí mismo para conservar su amor propio.

I have a desire to be saved which I must call immoderate.

ya que la anatomía es el destino: un vacío, o una concha, una película sobre un vacío que ansía verse colmado en un mundo en el que nada se colma.

Qué más se puede hacer con las piernas, aparte de devorarlas con los ojos? ¿Para qué sirve el deseo?

How he wishes it could be true! He is tired of shadows, of complications, of complicated people.

Quelque chose brûle en moi. J'attends et je n'attends pas. C'est peut-être dans cette rupture, dans cet instant, entre les deux pulsions, l'une qui va vers l'infini du oui, l'autre vers l'infini du non, qu'est le lieu de la vie.

Let me kiss you." Qhuinn groaned as he leaned in. "I know I don't deserve it, but please ... it's what you can do for me. Let me feel you...." Qhuinn's mouth brushed his own. Came back for more. Lingered. "I'll beg for it." More with the caress of those devastating lips. "If that's what it takes. I don't give a fuck, I'll beg...

I wish I wanted you, Rehv. He laughed dryly. Funny. I know just what you mean.

Perryville without

So not soon, right?" "No, not soon." "And not tonight." "Oh, no, not tonight." She put her hand on his belly, moved it down and took hold of his cock. Instantly it started to swell again. "Oh my," she said.

Say the word. Say the word and I won't go. Say the word, Qhuinn. Do it and I'll spend the night with you. Better yet, why don't you just kiss me-

He wanted to give her another word to say, something like luscious or whisper or strawberry. Hell, antidisestablishmentarianism would do it.

Fine. If I can't have you, then you do the taking. Have all of me, part of me, a small piece, whatever you want. Just please, have something.

All I know is, she's a pounding in my chest that I can't ignore. . . hell, that I don't WANT to ignore. [Rhage]

You're the reason I get out of bed every night. And you're the reason I can't wait to come home every dawn. Not the war. Not the Brothers. Not even Butch. It's...you.

What you just had is nothing compared to what I want to do to you. I want my head between your legs so I can lick you until you scream my name. Then I want to mount you like an animal and look into your eyes as I come inside you. And after that? I want to take you every way there is. I want to do you from behind. I want to screw you standing up, against the wall. I want you to sit on my hips and ride me until I can't breath. - Rhage to Mary

Just once Blay said softly. Do it just once. So I'll know what it's like.

And it was because of their long history that he searched for something to say, something that would get them back to where they had been. All that came to him was... I miss you. I miss you so fucking bad it hurts, but I don't know how to find you even though you're right in front of me.