Quotes About Yearn

I want to take you away from this, I say, motioning around the kitchen, spastic. From sushi and elves and... STUFF.

Sometimes when you're standing in a crowd I feel those sultry dark eyes of yours stop on me. Are you too afraid to come up to me and let me know how you feel I want to moan and writhe with you and I want to go up to you and kiss your mouth and pull you to me and say "I love you I love you I love you" while stripping. I want you so bad it stings.

Lover? se asks, her voice reminding me of someone human.

want Mrs. Starch to come back!

Sometimes missing things was the next best thing to having them.

In short, what people think they want is news, but what they really crave is olds.

Freedom is a word like "love" or "health" that teeters on the edge of cliché until you don't have one or the other and you wish like hell that you did.

Beni burada seni bekler halde b?rakm??ken, beni sevdiÄŸini nas?l söyleyebilirsin?

Honey pie, you are making me crazy I'm in love but I'm lazy So won't you please come home

Ah, how lucky are the lieutenants, the six-foot Junkers, and all the rest of the Don Juan clan!... The bookworm, be he ever so decent and clever, is really only pleasing to himself and a small handful of others. The world passes him by and beckons to life and beauty ... to gay and handsome creatures to whom the hearts of their fellow men continue to turn.

Who sighs from far away?

I don't want the whole world, I just want your half.

Kiss me out of desire, but not consolation.

She reached out her arms to Blackie. The beautiful siren was calling her weary sailor safely to port.

She looked at him. He saw her tendrils of damp hair. He looked off, but he had never felt this thing so deep before, this need to speak, to say how far he had been swept from what is good, and the sense seemed doubtful and unmanly.

How you can already miss someone when you are in the same room with them, I have no idea. But I do.

Just one time....When you know who I am. Let me be your man." ~ JZB

Where are you? Touch me." I slip my hand into his, and for a moment he just stands there, looking down at where I am, then he closes his eyes and laces strong fingers with mine. I hear exactly what he's not saying in them: You better bring your ass back to me, woman. I reply with mine, Always. He laughs softly then somehow finds my face and kisses me, light and fast, and I taste him on my lips, need him again, hard and fast and soon.

I want this world. I want you.

The only question of any significant emotive content is: can you live without it?

There is no freedom for me here.

Use me, Lisa," he encouraged softly. "Take whatever you want.

If Sawtooth could put words to the brambled knot forming in his throat, he would tell her: Girl, don't go. I am marooned in this place without you. What I feel for you is more than love. It's stronger, peninsular. You connect me to the Mainland. You are my leg of land over dark water.

This is an indisputable fact: there are many, many people around here who love things that will never love them back.