Quotes About Yearning

In his view of what he wanted from the world, there were an infinity of moments that were beautiful, as this one was beautiful, with the light from the town hall gilding her jawline and shining off her hair in the cold northern night that made him want to pull her in and warm them both. "And

Quizá cuando me veas caer a tus pies, muriendo por tu causa, seas capaz de comprender por fin hasta qué punto soy tuyo

Me refiero al amor –susurró en voz baja-. Cuando amas a alguien, sientes algo aquí –añadió, colocando su mano sobre el corazón de Uri-. Tan fuerte que parece que no puedes respirar. Tan intenso que deseas estar siempre con esa persona y no separarte de ella nunca más.

Sin embargo, y a pesar de mi añoranza y mis buenos deseos, mi ultimo pensamiento es, inevitablemente, para él. Angelo...

Tienes idea de lo que sería capaz de dar por un beso tuyo?

No puedo, Victoria. Es a ti a quien quiero. Sólo a ti, ¿entiendes?

No quiero perderte -murmuró-, no, ahora que te he encontrado..." Chris

No hay nada como estar lejos del hogar para descubrir cuanto lo añoras.

Solo quiero estar dónde tú estés.

Comprendéis ahora por qué no me gustan las despedidas? Porque siempre son mucho más cortas de lo que uno desearía. Humillantemente cortas algunas veces.

Una vez te dije que no me perteneces. Puedes hacer con tu vida y con tus sentimientos lo que te plazca y jamás te exigiré que te ates a mí. Pero en el fondo de tu alma, hay algo que sí es enteramente mío. Y regresaré para buscarlo...mientras siga allí. [...] El día que dejes de amarme desapareceré de tu vida, pero mientras siga viendo ese sentimiento en tus ojos cuando me miras volveré a buscar aquello que es mío y me pertenece solamente a mí.

She'd envisioned her next meeting with him countless times, and every vision was the same: Alex would be somewhere—preferably at a bar surrounded by men—looking sexy, but uninterested. Troy would be there, too, looking tortured and desperate to win her back.

I just thought I was empty and now I'm being filled...and I just wanted to keep being filled.

There is no comfort anywhere for anyone who dreads to go home.

I am the impossibility of desiring the person you pity. And the petal of the Easter lily—

Still, for sixteen years I saw the way he passed the butter dish across the dining room table to her, as if he wished it could be more, as if he wished she could life the lid and precious gems would spill over her dinner, as if that might finally make her happy- an inedible, improvident gift, like easy, unexpected laughter.

He felt certain that if she'd have let him, he could have levitated with her in his arms and they could have made love on the ceiling. He could have unzipped his body and wrapped her in his skin. He could have buried himself in her neck and slipped into the place between her shoulder and her throat, and been soldered by passion to her forever.

Fragrant, dreaming, unreal, and having to do, terribly, with love.

And this last second or two of dreaming in which your face returns to me completely. Not even needing to be, being so alive again to me.

My eyes closed, hands open, Take it, take it . Then, every day wasted chasing it.

Its been six weeks," he murmured. "Six weeks I've wanted you. I know how you move, and how the sunlight makes a shadow on the curve of your cheek, and the shape of your ear." He chucked harshly then turned his head on the pillow to look at her. "I'm dying," he said. He dropped his fist against his chest. "Right here, you're killing me.

Trev's smile turned into a grin. His dark lashes lowered. "Do you know," he said, "when you smile at me that way, I'd like to…" He broke off his sentence and cleared his throat. "Well. Slay dragons, or something along that line." "Mere dragons?" she inquired. "I was hoping it would be giant squids.

I want to see your stockings," he growled. "The plain white ones." Her lips parted, as if to make a refusal, and then she blinked. Her puzzled look only made her more adorable to him. "Yes, I was driven demented in your closet." He bent down to kiss her. "I'm passionately in love with your hosiery.

She had thought Raymond handsome. But the Raven was something beyond handsome. Beyond gallant manners and teasing glances. He was like the old, old stories, like the unknown man who waited on a darkened hill, the mist around him, hand outstretched ... In the stories, if a woman went to him... she did not return. But she wanted to go ... She wanted.