Quotes About Longing

I took his razor from the shower floor, bits of his black hair still caked between the blades. I took his toothbrush from the sink counter and sucked on the bristles, trying to find the taste of him, but there was only the flavor of watery mint toothpaste....I pulled the sheets off the bed with the idea that I could gather up the imprint of him and save it. I thought, I can unfurl the sheets on our old bed at home. I can lie in the creases formed by his body. I can sleep with him again.

I kissed her again and again and again, greedily, like I was making up for the time I'd lost, like I was making up for all the times I might not get to kiss her again once our parents found out what we'd done, like I was making up for my whole life when I hadn't known her, which seemed unbelievable and like a crime.

Only in imagination or dreams do the people we love occupy their proper places

Me miró supe que me hacía falta. Tanto tiempo me hacía falta.

But some of us have moved away and they are the ones who miss this street the most. They will always belong here even when they think they no longer do.

She talked about wanting to be a part of something, wanting to be desired, to be 'special', craving to be loved. She talked about experiencing the kind of loneliness so immense it could swallow you up. She called it 'loneliness that crowds couldn't cure'.

He missed Stephanie, the ease between them, her solid and comforting presence. Sitting across from him, in the light of the fire, she blazed with health and well-being and good humor. "I

But sometimes, the things you wanted most were the things that would destroy you.

The way I feel about you-it's wild and it's dark. I want you with me all the time. I want your body, your heart. I want you to need me as much as I need you.

I've never wanted another woman as much as I want you. Never have and I know I never will again. There is something special about you. You make me need. You make me want. You make me go absolutely insane so that nothing else matters but you. That kind of desire can't be contained or controlled. It will make a man desperate. Make him weak.

I must have more. Her lashes slowly lifted and her bright stare met his once more. Her breath was coming fast, so was his, and he waited for her to speak. "That was…" She smiled. "Can we go again?" Fuck, yes.

she gasped. Zero to implosion. She whispered his name, she rode that blast of pleasure and still…she wanted.

What is it that you want from me?" Everything. But they'd get to that... soon enough.

Nice and easy," he whispered. "The kiss doesn't have to mean a thing." Her lips parted. That's the problem. He might be done with their relationship, but she wasn't. Everything about him still meant something to her. She started to tell him just that—

Oh, angel, you need to be careful with me." She'd spent centuries being careful. What had that gotten her? Betrayal. Pain. This new half-life. "Because I could just eat you up…

Kiss me hard and deep, kiss me like you need to have me that very minute. I didn't spend all this time working to get past your control so that we could go back to the beginning." Her gaze held his. "I want everything from you, and in return, well, everything is absolutely what I'll give you.

The kiss was soft and brief, and she yearned for so much more. But she was used to not having what she wanted.

mum always ought to be, getting tea. Women and food: how they locked on to your heart, taking it so young that if you had ever been properly loved and nurtured, you could never quite untangle them again. And did you ever, ever get over losing your mum? It seemed absurd after so long, and at his age, to be seized with such a yearning to go home; but she was gone, beyond reach, and a grown man wasn't allowed to feel like this. The

In the end, I'd loved him enough to let go. From afar, I would love him forever.

Each second neared our last. We danced. "Kieren . . ." "Shhh . . ." We danced. "I'll be okay." Was that me lying? Or him? We danced. "Close your eyes," he whispered, brushing his lips against mine. "Know that I'm missing you already and that you'll always be in my prayers." When I opened my eyes, I stood alone in the middle of the dance floor.

Yeah, but 'beyond reach' means you want to reach something. It's more than far away; there's an absence. Missing something you can't have.

But what is it that makes a person want to stay here on this earth anyway, and go on suffering the most awful pain just for the sake of getting to stay? I used to think it was because people fear death. But now I think it is because people can't bear saying goodbye.

Why doesn't momma come back?

If only the stars contained me. If only everything kept happening in such a way That the so-called world opposed the so-called flesh.