Quotes About Longing

He could feel her warm breath on his face and the heat of her body just barely touching his and he wanted her with an ache that couldn't be explained.

So we said we weren't going there," he repeated, and she wasn't sure if it was disappointment or relief when he let her go and turned away. "Actually," she said to his back. His bare back. Tanned. Sleek. Ripped with strength. "You said that we weren't going to go there. Because even though you're leaving and it was so awful, I still want to. Go there, that is.

Some things just are, he said softly against her hair. Day turns to night. Te ocean tide drifts in and out. And I want you, Tara. Damn you, but I do. I always have.

After fighting a brush fire at the base of Cedar Ridge for ten straight hours, Aidan Kincaid had only three things on his mind: sex, pizza, and beer. Given the way the day had gone, he'd gladly take them in any order he could get them.

I can't think in your presence. Why not? Because looking at you is like... She tossed up her hands. It's like walking down the chips and cookie aisle at the grocery store. I can't resist you, and then I'll forget why you're bad for me.

The thought of you leaving and staying away made me want to drop to my knees," he said. "How's that for someone who doesn't care? It's been three days, twelve hours, and six minutes without you.

it was like a freight train, hitting hard and fast, and in her entire life she'd never felt anything like it. It was as if he'd climbed inside her body, knew what she wanted before she wanted it, and knew how to give it to her. It was like being lost and coming home.

After high school, he'd purposefully gone for the sweet, girl-next-door type, because it would never last. Not when deep deep down he craved the edgy, tough, would-take-on-the-world-if-she-had-to type.

What is it you want?" he asked softly. Anything.

Where? Where do you want me to kiss you, Lilah? She shivered at the thought of where she wanted his mouth, but he pulled free to look at her, waiting for her answer. Everywhere, she managed.

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

you think they let you have sex in the old people's home?" Lucille asked Callie. "Because I'd really miss it.

Yes. This. It was just what she needed, because here, held by him like this, her guilt, her regret, her fears . . . all of it gave way to this heady, languid sensation of being desired and she didn't want it to stop. Any of it.

Her phone vibrated with a text. Spence. My life doesn't work without you in it.

People ask me what I do in winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring. —Rogers Hornsby

Like "love," "hope" is one of those ridiculously disproportional words that by all rights should be a lot longer.

Tavi spent an eternity in misery, longing for death to bring sweet release from the unrelenting torment. The others gathered at the side of his bunk on the ship, keeping a deathwatch over him. I don't see what all the drama is about, Demos said, his quiet voice filled with habitual disinterst. He's seasick. It will pass.~Captain's Fury

Harry," Thomas said, "be real. Everyone wants someone to make us pancakes; we're all just too grown-up to say it.

I knew what it was like to have holes in my life in the shape of people who should have been there.

I longed for my bed. I longed for sleep.

All I said was, "I miss you.

As much as I love to travel, I find that I miss my home there. Still, I suppose that I am glad to travel and even more glad to return. Perhaps I am doubly fortunate.

She kissed me again, and I returned it in kind, and it was a liquid, smooth thing, as restrained and desperate as the near-still surface of a rushing river.

another pang of half-remembered days long gone made my chest ache for a second.