Quotes About Longing

no memory, no desire.

They wish they could stay longer but don't know how to say this directly. Acknowledging their attachment makes them feel too vulnerable.

underneath the old mother-daughter frustration was not a wish for her to go away but a longing for her to stay forever?

I am thinking about you, I say to her. Can you hear me?

I am homesick and I am timesick . . . I miss all that no longer is, Lil says.

He knew he had no right to touch her, crave her like air, but he did both. And when he put his mouth on hers, he recognized the taste of her, like she'd been made just for him.

Mallory, he said, sounding raw and staggered and touched beyond words. God, I was so stupid. So slow. I didn't know what to do with you. I tried to keep my distance but my world doesn't work without you in it. -Ty to Mallory

Hell, Grace. I'd go to Australia to visit you. I don't care about the job, or where you lay your head down at night, as long as your heart's mine.

I tried to keep my distance, but my world doesn't work without you in it.

Days turn to night. The ocean tide drifts in and out. And I want you, Tara. Damn you, but I do. I always have.

He shouldn't be inclined. Mallory Quinn was sweet, warm, and caring. She was a white picket fence and two-point-four kids. She was a diamond ring. She was someone's keeper. Not his. Never his. He didn't do keepers. And yet in that beat, with her mouth close to his, a smile in her eyes, he... ached. He ached and yearned for something. Someone. He wanted to wrap his arms around a woman, this woman, and lose himself in her.

But dammit, she was tired. Tired of doing what was expected, tired of feeling like she was missing something.

If I ever get the chance to eat you, I promise you'll like it.

He turned to shut and lock the door, then came close, his gaze touching her features. "I missed you, Holly." Her heart caught painfully. The poor organ seemed to be getting quite the workout lately.

Oh boy. His chest was smooth and warm and hard as stone, and she wanted to both touch and nibble. And lick. Could she pretty please lick?

I'm never going to get tired of finding you looking at me that way. Like you have to have me right now." She laughed, then looked around to make sure Leah wasn't too close. "I just had you," she whispered…

Chloe? Yeah? I'd be worth the inhaler, he said, then forced himself to walk away.

All my life, you've been my Almost. He softened slightly, his gaze touching over the features of her face as if memorizing her. I want you, Leah. I've always wanted you. But wanting isn't enough. You have to fight for it too, and you're not going to.

She'd offered him her friendship. Her body. And he'd taken both. He wanted to keep them both. And he also wanted more, so much more. He wanted her heart, like she had his.

I want you, Elle, he said, voice low and rough. It's a goddamn ache, I want you so much.

Finn was different. And he was different because she wanted him in her left in a way she hadn't wanted anyone for a very long time. Maybe ever.

Apparently it'd been too long since her last social orgasm...

At her touch, he froze. Still turned away from her, he tipped his head back, eyes closed, and said her name in a low, husky, desire-filled whisper.

Pru had gotten under his skin, and like her, he wanted more. So much more. He wanted to know her secrets, the ones that sometimes put those shadows in her eyes. He wanted to know what made her tick. And more than anything, he wanted to taste her again. Every inch of her.