Quotes About Yearning

Raven woke slowly, in a dense fog, layers and layers of it. Somehow she knew she wasn't supposed to wake, but nevertheless it was imperative she do so. She pried her eyes open and turned her head toward the window. Sunlight was streaming in. She pushed herself into a sitting position, the covers sliding away to expose bare skin. "Mikhail," she whispered aloud, "you take altogether too many liberties.

You tend to drive every sane thought from my head." It was an apology as he lifted her into his arms. His long strides took them through the house to the master bathroom. Raven's eyes warmed, melted, her smile so loving his breath caught in his throat. "You do tend to get a little primitive, Mikhail." He growled at her, lowered his head to hers slowly, fastened his mouth to hers.

I feel like you woke me up and now I can't live without you.

Go, but hurry back. I'll find out all your secrets while you're gone." Mikhail was hungry, needed to feed. He bent to brush her forehead with his mouth, his heart aching. "Just for one day, little one, I would like to have a normal, happy conversation with you. Court you as I should." She tilted her head to look at him, her blue eyes dark with emotion. "You court me just fine.

to be here in his room waiting for him, it wasn't nearly enough. They

He buried his face in her neck and held her in his arms, absorbing the form the shape of her, the miracle of her. It had been so long since he held her, loved her, taken all that she was and given her everything he was. I missed you. It was a ridiculous declaration. Missed her didn't begin to cover at all how he felt.

When you're up on that stage and you're working the audience, all I can think about is slamming you against the wall and burying myself in you over and over, so deep they'll never get us apart.

He realized that as much as he wanted his Leopard to settle and feel contentment, claiming Ania Dover was really for himself. For him. He needed her. He was already addicted to her smile. To her brightness. But it was the way she brought peace to him that he needed. Once he felt that. He knew he couldn't live without it.

God, she got to him. The longer he was in her company, the stronger the attraction to her became.

Mikhail," she was pleading. He lifted his head, dark eyes burning with hunger. "I belong to you, Raven. Take what you need from me, as I will take it from you.

I think you should just stay naked and waiting for me," he growled, stroking her to ensure her readiness. She lifted her hips invitingly. "I'm not sure we'll know how to do this in a bed." The last word was a gasp of pleasure as he joined their bodies.

I need you right now, Shea. My body is going up in flames, and I hurt like hell. We have to be alone soon or I might die." Her laughter was muffled against his chest. "No one has ever died because they wanted to make love.

Listen to me, Mikhail." Her voice was husky. "We both know what loneliness is, what real isolation can do to a person. It's beyond my imagination that I can be this close to you, physically touch you, and not be swamped with unwanted burdens. But we can't do this." Amusement crept into the dark fire of his eyes, a hint of tenderness. His fingers curled around the nape of her neck. "Oh, I think we can.

She wanted to walk into the night and disappear.

You are not safe from me and you never will be, but you'll like the way you aren't safe. I can promise you that much.

She didn't tell him, but his voice alone could seduce her. Having his hand on her was beyond exciting. Exhilarating. She wanted more. She wanted to feel as if she belonged to him.

she was there, pouring need and passion into him. Pouring something else that felt like love. He was so unfamiliar with that emotion, that at first, he wasn't certain what it was that surrounded him and lifted him up. That he chased after. That he craved.

He heart beating too fast. He had always known he had no chance at finding a woman of his own, one who might be able to love him, to live with him, and in the blink of an eye that had turned around. Just as fast, she was being taken from him.

I expected steam this time," Jacques said, crushing her to him. "Can you do that?" Shea fit the back of her head into the niche of his sternum. One hand idly slid over the heavy muscles of his chest. "Make us so hot we turn the rain to steam?

The lost soul whose heart reaches out to grasp love While his arms were forced through precedent to hang lifeless Whose very soul cries out to a love that cannot be returned Where can a substitute, a partial relief be found? How can a futureless life go on? Yet, it does. Year after year, the body lives, while the soul dies.

What humanity wants most is crude sensation. Really? I thought what humanity wanted most was dignity.

Once again it is demonstrated that people do not love their chains or their jailers,-and that the aspiration for a civilized life - that universal eligibility to be noble, as Saul Bellow's Augie March so imperishably phrases it - is proper and common to all.

His boredom was like a nostalgia for the whole world. He was homesick for everywhere but here.

Sometimes I wake up in the night when it's cold and wish he was there. You never seem to get really warm, sleeping alone.