Quotes About Longing

Ignoring the boy following them, Graham said, "I hope your trip home was pleasant, even if it was alone." "You shouldn't have gotten me a private car. That was excessive." "I was hoping to make up for my absence. Did it?" Her cheeks warmed as she ducked her head. "No. I still would've rather had you." "Oh, love, that's the nicest thing--" He pecked a kiss on her cheek so quickly, she couldn't quite believe it had happened.

I'll come back for you soon, and when I do, be ready for a kiss that'll knock you off the rails.

He'd need something to fill his lonely nights, because Molly sure as shooting wasn't interested in him any longer.

He still loved her. When she'd left him, the thought of her with another man almost drove him to lunacy.

He couldn't deny the hole he was in, but could the uppity young miss who kept his head spinning be the answer he was looking for?

The exile is a person who, having lost a loved one, keeps searching for the face he loves in every new face and, forever deceiving himself, thinks he has found it.

Nothing that is worth doing can be achieved in a lifetime therefore we must be saved by hope.

Por lo general, nunca nos ha parecido suficiente ser lo que somos: falta algo y los deseos van en su busca.

The essence of desire is to have no essential goal. Truly to desire, we must have recourse to people about us; we have to desire their desires.

Hatred is one long wait.

That deep longing you keep dismissing as impractical may be the very thing your soul is calling you to do.

I'm afraid," she confessed, her voice quiet. "Of what?" "That if the box is opened I might want and want and never be filled." She took a breath. "That you will get tired of filling it." She paused and spoke her deepest fear, turning to his ear. "That you will use me and throw me away.

Remember when we used to share our secrets?" he asked. The moon captured a handsome face, full of longing. His dark hair brushed his shoulders. "The Stone," she laughed. "I loved you then. I loved you no matter where you came from. No - scratch that." His voice floated up to her. "I loved you because you came from wherever it was. It must have been a magic place, to produce you.

My soul left me when I was six. It flew away past a flapping curtain over a window. I ran after it, but it never came back. It left me alone on wet stinking mattresses. It left me alone in the choking dark. It took my tongue, my heart, and my mind.

I take a long gulp of the shake and then say to Blake, "Was there ever a generation that had to live without chocolate?" "I don't know. I don't spend time pondering such atrocities.

That's the thing that you never have understood, Stella. You've run from your life. All your life that's been your MO. You've always wanted something more.

He's sick." "What with?" "Sitzenlust. Chronic. The opposite of wanderlust.

seemed likely to remain so for another seven, or even twenty-seven, for the only girl I had ever been really soft on had found another bargain she liked

Juana ran her hand over her mother's face. "One day

It was somehow easier to love a person who wasn't there.

When you find yourself wanting love, know that it is like a lake looking for water.

El sentimiento es deseo y el deseo es amor.

adjectives which referred to an ultra-masculine man. The kind of man a woman sighed over. Lou gulped. And wanted. Not the kind of man who she generally kept company with, for sure. But what female

Keeping his fingers locked around her arms, he stared her right in the eye, his chest rising and falling from the jagged force of his breaths. "I want you in a bed, Juliana. I want hours on top of you, under you, beside you. Hell, I want it all. And I want to be able to drift off, knowing that I can roll back over at any time and sink right back into you." His voice dropped even lower. "So stop arguing and get back on the damn bed.