Quotes About Longing

Love is greedy

He smiled, a real smile, the kind real boys gave real girls. "It's been a very long time since anyone worried for me.

She wanted to tell him about Valentina and how she had to go, how she'd promised she's help, and how she would help, except that right then she didn't want to help anyone so much as to kiss him and maybe bite him again, too, but mostly kiss him and do all the things that came after kissing.

La ausencia aminora las pequeñas pasiones y agranda las grandes.

I am ready to eat out of the prince's hand as tamely as a dove. It's too easy. I'm hungry for kindness. Hungry for attention. I want and want and want.

He had begged for the heart of stone, but for the first time, he felt the weight of it in his chest.

This is what you wanted, isn't it? he asks. What you sacrificed everything for. Go on. It's all yours.

I am hungry. I realize, but I feel too sick to eat. Is this what it is to be brokenhearted? I am not sure it is Locke I am sick over, so much as the world the way it was before the coronation began. But if I could undo the passing of the days, why not unwind them to before I killed Valerian, why not unwind them until my parents are alive, why not unwind them all the way to the beginning?

he kisses me, sweet and raw. 'I missed you,' I whisper against his skin and feel dizzy with the intimacy of the admission, feel more naked than when he could see every inch of me. 'In the mortal world, when I thought you were my enemy, I still missed you.' 'My sweet nemesis, how glad I am that you returned.' He pulls my body against his, cradling my head against his chest.

all I want to do is walk in to his arms. I want to drown my worries in his embrace. I want him to say something totally unlike himself, about things being okay. 'Nice dress,' he says instead.

The very thought of being there, of seeing Cardan, speeds my heart. Page 39

High King Cardans presence seems to infect the very air I breathe. For a wild moment, I consider turning and getting out of there before he spots me. I dont know if I can do this. I feel a little dizzy. I dont know if I can look at him and not show on my face any of what I am feeling. Page 60

Let me have everything I ever wanted, everything I ever dreamed, and eternal misery along with it.

Come down, my beauty, my darling, my dove

She loved him so much that it already hurt. It already felt like he'd broken her heart.

Mock me all you like. Whatever I imagined then, now it is I who would beg and grovel for a kind word from your lips." His eyes are black with desire. "By you, I am forever undone.

Bésame de nuevo. Bésame hasta que esté harto de ello.

loved him and he's dead and gone and bones. I loved him and they took him away from me. Where is he? Where is he? Dead and gone and

He presses his mouth to the pulse point of my wrist, racing in time with my heart. 'Mock me all you like. Whatever I imagined then, now it is I who would beg and grovel for a kind word from your lips.' His eyes are black with desire. 'By you, I am forever undone.

She loved him so much that it already hurt. It already felt like he'd broken her heart.

Desire is an odd thing. As soon as it's sated, it transmutes. If we receive golden thread, we desire the golden needle.

Everyone wants magic. It's not just me.

I can't pretend that I don't like the sound of him screaming my name.

I miss Faerieland with a raw intensity. It's magic I long for, magic I miss. Maybe I even miss being afraid. I feel as though I am dreaming away my days, restless, never fully awake.