Quotes About Longing

side of onion rings, which was all she wanted.

come back so i can say yes this time do it again now that i know what to call what you did this time i'll be ready i like it rough now and i'm done with romance i never met another man who loved me so much at first sight he had to hurt me to do it

Once there was a little doll. Her name was Edith. She lived in a nice house and had everything she needed except somebody to play with. She was very lonely!

It's so messed up how little control we have over whether we want somebody.

In the beginning, I wanted his heart. Then I shifted focus to his body. I was never interested in only friendship.

Your love interest becomes the most important thing to you. And if the love is requited, it's the biggest high in the universe, and you'd be fine never being with anyone else. But if this person doesn't want you back, well, you pretty much wish you were dead . . . or that that person dies miserable.

I go back to my desk, flip open my cell, and stare at the keypad. I want to hear his voice so badly, to be connected to him, to ask him why and how and what I can do to make it better. But you can't force someone to love you.

Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.' 

I gulped, then stepped over the threshold into the house where I'd lived as a boy. After eighteen long years of wandering, I had finally come home.

Lovely Arra Sails, nectar to all males, how I'd like to spear you like a whaler spears a whale!

For an hour or more he was neither human nor vampire, just a howling, hungry creature of dark delights.

I'm hungry, he whimpered instead. Food is on its way. No, he said. The other kind of hunger. P198

When Larten heard that Alicia had married, he felt both jealousy and delight. A selfish part of him had hoped she'd mourn for him the rest of her life. But mostly he was happy that she'd found someone who could give her all that he had failed to provide.

I don't suppose you kept anything of hers, did you? Such as? A lock of hair, a knife which was dear to her, a scrap of her clothes? Vampires do not indulge in such foolishness, he said gruffly. They should, Evanna sighed.

Why do you want to be a vampire?" he asked. "It is not much fun. We can only come out at night. Humans despise us. We have to sleep in dirty old places like this. We can never marry or have children or settle down. It is a horrible life.

All the power in the universe means nothing if you can't be with the one you love.

Yes, but- oh, sweetheart! - it wasn't only like that I would have come back to you sooner or later. From the first instant I saw you I knew... Spade said tenderly: You angel! Well, if you get a good break you will be out of San Quentin in twenty years and you can come back to me then.

Oh, cariño!, no fue solamente por eso, habría acudido a ti tarde o temprano. Desde el primer día que te vi supe que… —¡Ángel mío! —dijo Spade con ternura—. Mira, si tienes suerte dentro de veinte años saldrás de San Quintín, y entonces me vienes a buscar.

Vancouver was like a long kiss from a ponytailed girl. I left a piece of myself there. Everybody does the first time.

What the fuck does it take to show you motherfuckers, what does it fucking take what do you want how much do you want because I am willing and I'll stand before you and I'll raise my arms and give you my chest and throat and wait, and I've been so old for so long, for you, for you, I want it fast and right through me-- Oh do it, do it motherfuckers, do it do it you fuckers finally, finally, finally.

Goddamn sometimes I only want this feeling to stay and last.

People don't like to be kept away from what they want. Especially when it appears within their reach. It makes one doubly angry.

she'd never thought of him while in the tub or flat on her bed- but in his presence she didn't want to talk or eat, she wanted to be nude with him, under a dirty sheet in a borrowed house. She wanted to hold his shoulders; she wanted to go snowshoeing with him; she wanted to go to funerals with him; she wanted him to be the father of her children

Millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon. —SUSAN ERTZ