Quotes About Yearning

It's fucking awful to want someone you can't have." And with those few words, Kate knew: she had never had a chance with him.

In earlier years, she had dreamed of boldly reaching for him, changing how they touched each other, exploring his body with her hands and her mouth; then, upon waking, she'd felt frustrated and swollen with a desire she could neither express nor share. She'd waited years for him to see it, see her, and reach out.

she would do anything, suffer anything, to be loved, even if it was just for a night.

Matthew grieved for the mother he'd had. He figured Leni would grieve for the dad she wanted.

In her lonely bedroom, surrounded by the novels that had become her friends, she sometimes dared to dream of an adventure of her own, but not often.

The smile he gave her was slow in forming, and when it came, she felt pain constrict her chest. Memories came at her in waves, surging over the breakwater she'd built in the isolated years. Him sweeping her into his arms, twirling her around; picking her up from a fall, dusting her off, whispering, Not so loud, my little terror, you'll wake your maman Ã¢â'¬Â¦

Elsa had made a point of never seeing them or speaking to them again, but even so, their absence caused an ache that wouldn't go away. Apparently you couldn't stop loving some people, or needing their love, even when you knew better.

Should that be enough for her? Was she wrong to want passion? To dream of something—someone—more? She'd always imagined love to be turbulent and volatile, an emotion that would sweep her up and break her to pieces and reshape her into someone she couldn't otherwise have become.

It was only possible to live without love when you'd never known it.

How was it possible that Elsa was close enough to her husband that she could feel the heat coming off him and smell the whiskey and cigarettes on his breath and still feel as if an ocean sloshed between them?

Onu özlüyordu. Onu ar?yordu. Onun için endiÅŸeleniyordu. Bunlar onun gece yolculuklar?yd?.

Beni b?rakma, demek istedi ama yapamad?. Bir daha olmazd?. Ä°nsanlara onu sevmeleri için yalvarmaktan çok yorulmuÅŸtu.

KeÅŸke geri gelseydi... KeÅŸke hiç gitmeseydi... Anlam?yor muydu? Ondan baÅŸka kimsesinin olmad???n? anlam?yor muydu? Onsuz bu dünyan?n ürkütücü, tuhaf, soÄŸuk, yaln?z ve boÅŸ bir yer olduÄŸunu anlam?yor muydu?

Uyumak, uyumak, uyumak ve bir daha hiç uyanmamak istiyordu. Büyük bir çaresizliÄŸin içine düÅŸtüÄŸünü hissediyordu ve bir ç?k?? yolu, onu gülümsetecek bir ÅŸey bulam?yordu. Her ÅŸeyden ar?nd?r?lm?? bu yerde göz gezdirirken k?ymetli ya da önemsenmeye deÄŸer bir ÅŸey bulam?yordu.

June slipped away from Michael; days fell like rain, disappearing in the ground at his feet.

Stolen time became the engine that powered her world; on weekends, when hours without Matthew stretched out before her, she felt an almost unbearable need to leave the homestead, run to him, find a way to steal just ten more minutes. The

again. If he could just fall out of love with her, what

Isabelle couldn't look away. She was angry at him—she knew that, felt it—but as he came toward her, that anger dried up and blew away like dust beneath the longing that mattered so much more. Their gazes met, held; and then he was past her, reaching for the doorknob, going outside. The door clicked shut behind him.

She was so tired of begging people to love her.

Like lovers." *

She knew now what she hadn't known before, hadn't even suspected: she would do anything, suffer anything, to be loved, even if it was just for a night.

The words "I love you" burned in her, desperate to be given voice. BUt even more, she wanted to hear the words, to be told, just once, that she was loved.

What she thought, over and over again, was if only.

Cuando sus labios la rozaron, todo cambió, o cambió Isabelle. Una ola de deseo la recorrió, le cortó la respiración. Se sintió perdida y encontrada en sus brazos, rota y vuelta a unir. Las palabras «te quiero» la quemaban por dentro, desesperadas por ser pronunciadas en voz alta. Pero todavía ansiaba más oír esas palabras. Quería que le dijeran, solo por una vez, que era amada.