Quotes About Yearn

Anhelar el amor la hacía sentir como un gato que siempre se enrosca en los tobillos maullando. Acaríciame, acaríciame, mírame, quiéreme. Preferiría ser el gato que observa todo con descaro.

Si alguien se enamoraba alguna vez de él, pensó con amargura, tal vez fuera agradable poder tocarla sin derramar sangre

I have a mouth for kisses / No one to give or to take / I have a heart in my bosom / Beating for nobody's sake.

I will take your heart. I will take your soul out of your body As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the little words you say to me. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand Nor the sweet of your lips alone. I will take your heart for mine. I will take your soul. I will be God when it comes to you.

He wanted to make her laugh. He wanted to sit and listen to her talk about books until his ears fell off. But all these were things he could not want, because they were things he could not have, and wanting what you could not have led to misery and madness.

Yeah," he said, eyelashes lowering as his gaze traced the movement of her fingers. "It hurt me being away from you. It feels like there's a hook dug in under my ribs, and there's something pulling at the other end. Like I'm tethered to you, no matter the distance.

It wasn't enough, not nearly enough, but it was all there was.

But all these were things he could not want, because they were things he could not have, and wanting what you could not have led to misery and madness.

Don't be with him, don't want him, don't go with him. Be with me. Want me. Stay with me. I don't know how to be without you.

wanting what you could not have led to misery and madness

But I will never have a bride.

You could have anything else in the world. and you asked for me.

He touched her face, gently, with the back of his hand. 'you disappear so completely into your head sometimes.' he said. 'i wish i could follow you.' you do, she wanted to say, you live in my head all the time

unrequitted love amuses me

He longed sometimes with an almost physical ache just to say 'My Husband' and have it be true.

Please, please be some sex-starved nutcase who wants to kidnap me and make me your love slave, I begged silently.

When you run, run to me

I love you, but you want impossible things, Ash," he said, finally, and it was true. It still is. I want impossible things.

Ali Pomeroy, wherever you are. Come back to me.

we can't even say what it is we're missing. It's like you can feel the hole, but you don't know what's supposed to fill it, because it's something you've never seen. You don't want it to be every man for himself, but it sort of is. And there's not much you can do about it. I don't mean to talk in riddles.

But what you don't realize, until you have to live it, is that it's the absence of the person that's the trouble. The ongoing absence. And when you're missing someone, a longer time without them doesn't solve the problem. The longer you don't see someone, the more you miss them.

She was not filled up with the sight of him, the way she had seen her sisters fill up, like silk balloons, like wineskins. Instead, he seemed to land heavily within her, like a black stone falling.

He missed you like a fish in a bowl misses the open sea.

She had not known before that she wanted all these things, that she preferred dark hair and a slightly cruel expression, that she wished for tallness, or that a man kneeling might thrill her.