Quotes About Yearning

She would try to relieve the pain of love by first roughly rubbing her dry lips against mine; ...while with a generosity that was ready to offer her everything, my heart, my throat, my entrails, I gave her to hold in her awkward fist the scepter of my passion.

But that mimosa grove--the haze of stars, the tingle, the flame, the honey-dew, and the ache remained with me, and that little girl with her seaside limbs and ardent tongue haunted me ever since--until at last, twenty-four years later, I broke her spell by incarnating her in another.

She was soon ready, and they kissed tenderly in their hallway, between lift and stairs, before separating for a few minutes. 'Tower,' she murmured in reply to his questioning glance, just as she used to do on those honeyed mornings in the past, when checking up on happiness: 'And you?' 'A regular ziggurat.

I heard my sweetheart running up the stairs. My heart expanded with such force that it almost blotted me out. I hitched up the pants of my pajamas, flung the door open: and simultaneously Lolita arrived, in her Sunday frock, stamping, panting, and then she was in my arms, her innocent mouth melting under the ferocious pressure of dark male jaws, my palpitating darling!

Enchia-me o peito uma tempestade de soluços.

I was passionately parched; but she began to whimper in an unusually dreary way when I attempted to fondle her

I'll die if you touch me, I said. You are sure you are not coming with me? Is there no hope of your coming? Tell me only this. No, she said. No, honey, no. She had never called me honey before.

For as we know from dreams it is so hard To speak to our dear dead! They disregard Our apprehension, queaziness and shame - The awful sense that they're not quite the same.

Well, you haven't kissed me yet, have you

Glancing sideways, he said that he loved her. Then, turning rapidly, he walked away and entered a tobacco shop.

I could not kill her, of course, as some have thought. You see, I loved her. It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.

Eis a pessoa que eu quero. Olá, pessoa! Não me ouve.

Mi coprii la faccia con la mano e piansi le lacrime più cocenti che avessi mai versato. Le sentii serpeggiare tra le dita e giù per il mento, e scottarmi, e mi si chiuse il naso, e non riuscivo a smettere, e poi lei mi toccò il polso. «Se mi tocchi muoio» dissi. «Sei sicura che non verrai con me? Non c'è speranza che tu venga? Dimmi soltanto questo». «No» rispose. «No, caro, no». Non mi aveva mai chiamato caro.

Mi corazón debe seguir andando. Excepto si tú ya fueras mi destino…

I dreamt of you last night—as if I was playing the piano and you were turning the pages for me.

Her painted eyelids were closed. A tear of no particular meaning gemmed the hard top of her cheek. Nobody could tell what went on in that little head. Waves of desire rippled there. — Vladimir Nabokov, The Original of Laura (Alfred A. Knopf, 2008)

What he really wanted was to tear a hole in his world and escape.

All at once we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other.

if a violin string could ache, i would be that string.

C] an any sane man imagine that they will lightly lay aside their yearning and contentedly become he were of wood and drawers of water?

I want to kiss you again, Tess." "Why?" He chuckled, low under his breath. "Why? Because you're beautiful, and because I want you. And I think you want me too.

I can't help but desire you. I want to taste you again. This feeling I have for you is more than intense " he said roughly. "It is a possessive thing greedy. I look at you Corinne Bishop and all I can think is that you are mine .

I never knew what it was to crave a woman's touch. Or to hunger for a woman's kiss." "And now you do?" she asked hesitantly. "Since I met you, Corinne Bishop, I've been thinking of little else.

Goddamn you. How can you still make me feel this way after all these years? Damn you for leaving me! And damn you for coming back like this, just when I thought you were gone forever and I might finally be able to forget you.