Quotes About Longing

I've needed someone like you for a long time. Now that I have you, no one is going to take you from me. Logan to Madeline

Evie," he whispered, "you're so warm, so lovely…oh, hell. I've got two months, thirteen days and six hours before I can take you to my bed. Little she-devil. This is going to be the death of me.

Please come to me, Cat, because there's no surviving you. You don't have to love me back. You don't have to be mine. Just let me be yours.

The sight of a sullen teenager is common no matter where you go. Teenagers want things so powerfully and can never seen to get them, and to add insult to injury, people make light of your feelings because you are a teenager. They say time will mend a broken heart and they're often right. But not where my feelings for Hardy were concerned.

I thought I would spend the rest of my life searching for little reminders of you...

Matthew wanted hours, days, weeks alone with her... he wanted all her thoughts and smiles and secrets. The freedom to lay his soul bare before her.

I want you more than I've ever wanted anything on this earth." Sebastian took a shivering breath. "Tell me what I have to do to get you. Tell me what it will take for you to let me into your bed.

She had never experienced the pain of unsatisfied desire before. It hurt. It hurt like nothing she'd ever felt, and there seemed to be no remedy.

You were never one to moon over handsome boys, or talk about balls and parties, or dream about your future husband." "That was because of Merripen," Win admitted. "He was all I ever wanted.

The first moment I saw you, I knew you were my share of the world. I?ve always loved you. If I could choose my fate, I?d never be parted from you. Acushla ... pulse of my heart, breath of my soul ... there?s nothing on this earth more fair and fine than you. Your shadow on the ground is sunlight to me.

His kisses tapped into deep mines of memory, and the years that had separated us fell away as if they were nothing.

She was everything he'd ever wanted, beauty and fire arching against his despoiling hands.

I guess I thought the strength of my wanting would be enough to make him appear.

The audience falls in love with a leading man because he'll never belong to any of them.

Because you need me," he said, drawing in his breath as she squirmed against him. "Just as I need you." He crushed his mouth to hers. "I've needed you for years." Another kiss, this one deep and drugging, his tongue searching her intimately

Tell me everything, I would say. All about the blues, and the time your heart was broken, and what scares you the most, and the thing you've always wanted to do but haven 't yet.

I feel like I've been shut in a closet, and he's on the other side, and he doesn't have the key to unlock the door.

She was aware of the movement of his lips as he pressed soundless words in her palm. He released her, and the look he gave her seemed to reveal the depths of his lustful, longing, bitter soul. "Good-bye, Miss Fielding," he said hoarsely.

Daisy Bowman," he said unevenly, "I'd spend eternity in hell for one hour with you." "Is that how long it takes? An hour?" His reply was rueful. "Sweetheart, at this point it would be a miracle if I lasted one minute.

Christopher felt a smile -his first genuine smile in a long time- pulling at his lips. "Does Miss Hathaway have many suitors?" "Oh, yes. But none of them want to marry her." "Why is that, do you imagine?" "They don't want to get shot," the child said, shrugging. "Pardon?" Christopher's brows lifted. "Before you marry, you have to get shot by an arrow and fall in love," the boy explained.

I loved him so much, loved his fearlessness, his strength, even the ambition that would someday take him away from me.

I didn't know how to stop wanting him. It wasn't that I had any hope—I knew I'd never see him again. But that didn't stop me from comparing every other man to Hardy and finding them all lacking. I had exhausted myself loving him.

I love you," she said wretchedly. "And if I were well, no power on earth could keep me away from you. If I were well, I would take you to my bed, and I would show you as much passion as any woman could.

I had to let go of him. But I knew that as long as I lived, I would feel the phantompain of his absence.