Quotes About Yearning

You'd think the man could have called her once, she thought, scowling at her boots. Sent a telegram, a damn smoke signal.

Well, I'd find sleeping with you a pleasant thing, but I'd prefer making love with you a few dozen times first.

She wanted him happy, more even than she wanted happiness for herself. And yet, knowing he was on his way to finding what he didn't yet know he wanted made her feel so painfully alone.

The guy—he's an eager beaver—more eager, I'd say, because he wants to impress you. Sends you longing glances." "He does not." "Serious crush. I know just how he feels." Now she snorted. "A crush is different from wanting to get a woman naked and onto any available flat surface." "Oh. Guess I don't know how he feels, then.

The need to take her was raging, some fatal drug that stabbed into his veins, speeding up his heartbeat and clouding his mind.

But I realize I don't want to do it alone.I want to fence you in, Brian, she murmured, framing his face with her hands. I've been hammering at that damn fence for weeks. Ever since I realized I was in love with you.

She started to speak, to ask politely for a glass of white wine. Then he smiled, a slow, lazy curving of lips that inexplicably set her insides a fluttering and turned her mind into a buzzing mess of static.

There were only two men in her life she had ever really loved. It seemed neither of them could want her as she needed them to want her.

Her heart was the one thing she'd always been sure of. Often she imagined of how it would be like to lose it, the thrill and the anxiety of the fall. She'd always wondered who it would be who would make everything inside her yearn. How they would be together--for in her dreams he loved her as well.

Well, I'd have more zing with George Clooney and Harrison Ford in a threesome, but neither of us are going to get that wish.

her head, stopped a breath from his lips, pulled back

arousing, the faint flush desire brought

The dark hair and dark eyes made her think of a Brontë-hero, Heathcliff or Rochester, she wasn't sure.

I want you. I want you under me and over me and around me. And you want.

A year is a century when you're waiting for love.

Wanting is easy, but loving is terrifying.

As pessoas que dizem que o sexo não tem importância, pensou, só podem ter falta dele.

While she would have loved to

Give me one of those chicken tits.

He'd said he was in love with her. And that just filled her up and emptied her out again. It made her want to shake, it made her want to weep. It made her want to hold onto him as if her life depended on it.

Knowing something's not good for you doesn't stop you from wanting it.

everything had changed.Everything was different. And he was desperate to tell her. Cam knew his life had turned on its axis yet again. And somehow he'd ended up exactly where he needed to be. The only thing missing was Anna.

could feel the power of it, of her across the dream. And he knew she was seeking him out. Even in sleep he felt the pull of her, and that same impatience he'd sensed from her within his circle, within his own time. It seemed for an instant that their

When I think of a lover who would touch more than my body, I think of a