Quotes About Longing

el que desea, desea lo que no está seguro de poseer, lo que no existe al presente, lo que no posee, lo que no tiene, lo que le falta. Esto es, pues, desear y amar.

As I kissed Agathon my soul swelled to my lips, where it hangs, pitiful, hoping to leap across.

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No, said a voice from the dark doorway. A weary voice, a voice for speaking long after midnight, a voice to be used when all paths are blocked, when castles have fallen to ruins, when morning will not come again.

Stay with me.' His eyes shone. 'Play with me.

knew how hungrily they would lap up the twin rivers of blood and milk.

Ai de mi, que l'amor no hi ha cap herba que el curi i les arts que a tothom fan profit no en fan al seu amo!

What a romantic idea…

It happens to us once or twice in a lifetime to be drunk with some book which probably has some extraordinary relative power to intoxicate us and none other: and having exhausted that cup of enchantment we go groping in libraries all our years afterward in the hope of being in Paradise again.

God, I needed you, he murmured. I can't even tell you how many times I thought about this. The funny thing is, I don't need you any less now. I think I need you more. ~Shane~

Shane was silent a moment, then let out a long breath. I bet I could convince you if I could get through these bars. . . . You'd get arrested all over again. Well, you're just that tempting. Jailbait. He kissed her fingers, which made her shiver all over; his lips lingered warm on her skin, reminding her of what it felt like to be alone with him, in that timeless...

It's been the toughest week of my life, not touching you. Not talking to you. Waiting to see what you were going to do. He kissed her again, a warm, damp touch of lips, exquisitely controlled. But it doesn't matter whether you stay or go. I'll still need you. So if you want to go off to Boston, Ill wait. Right here, whenever you need me.

I knew you'd come,Claire.I knew you would.Dear God,you took your time.

Morley put his hand over his heart and bowed from the waist, a gesture that somehow reminded Claire of Myrnin. It reminded her she missed him, too, which was just wrong. She should not be missing Morganville, or anyone in it. Especially not the crazy boss vampire who'd put fang marks in her neck that would never, ever go away. She was doomed to high-necked shirts because of him. But she did miss him.

She looked back to see Sam standing there at the edge of the strip of sunlight inside Common Grounds, staring after her with an expression on his face like he'd lost his best- his only friend.

Myrnin froze, staring at her. He really was amazing, she thought; when he had that light in his eyes, it was possible to see past the crazy behavior and clothing chaos and recognize him as just…beautiful. The longing in his face was breathtaking.

His gaze brushed over her, abstract and hungry. You burn so very brightly, you know Yeah, she muttered. You said.

You stole my paranoia, she said. I was going to say, 'Don't go.' But you're going to no matter what I say, aren't you?

That, Claire thought, was a pretty good definition of love: needing someone even after you got what you thought you wanted.

I love you, he said. It came out in a rush, as if he couldn't wait to get it out. I love you and Jesus, you scare me. Having to give you up was the hardest thing I've ever done, Claire; I can't do it again. Please tell me - please tell me that you're coming back for good. Or at least, if you leave, let me go with you. - Shane, Fall of night

Jess knew what he was looking at, because he'd felt it. Love, and the pain of knowing that love wouldn't be enough.

bodies are stupid; they just want to be loved.

You know, sweetheart, the thing I most regret is that we never got to have that house by the lake that you and I talked about so often. It sounds like paradise, doesn't it? I can almost see it, you sitting on the porch in the moonlight, watching the lake at night. That image gives me peace. I hope you're not sharing it with anyone else but me.

S]he leans into this guy and rocks her head like I'm making this music for her, when if I could, I would take it all away and give her as much silence as she's given me pain.