Quotes About Longing

I only need you, Kazi, that's all I need.

The question of whether it was a show was swept aside, forgotten. There may have been other secrets between us, but this much was true and honest-- I wanted to be in his arms, and he wanted to be in mine.

Is it asking too much to want to be loved? To look into someone's eyes and see—" Her voice cracked, and there was more silence. "And see tenderness. To know that he truly wants to be with you and share his life with you.

Loss flooded my throat. It had gripped me today with a fresh, cruel hand, reaching into my heart, tugging, reminding me of what I had lost... My mother's absence hit me in a new, bitter way, because sometimes you can't begin to know everything you've lost until someone shows you what you might have had.

I love you. I love you with every breath, with every thought that's inside me. I've loved every you from the first time I kissed you on that ledge. Even before that.

Because ever since that first day I met you, I've gone to sleep every single night thinking about you, and every morning when I wake, my first thoughts are of you.

I'd do whatever it took to bring her back. I found her once. I would find her again.

A real kiss," he said. "That's what I needed, just one more time.

I grip his wrists and lift onto my toes, forever trying to get through the barriers of skin and bones and gravity and relativity, hoping to find answers by crawling inside of him and mending our everythings. Teller pushes back until I'm against the wall once more and all it would take is the tilt of my head for our lips to touch.

Seated in the embrasure of this window, my lady was separated from Robert Audley by the whole length of the room, and the young man could only catch an occasional glimpse of her fair face, surrounded by its bright aureole of hazy, golden hair.

When he held her that way, she felt so happy that it disturbed her. After he left, it would take her hours to fall asleep, and then when she woke up she would feel another onrush of agitated happiness, which was a lot like panic. She wished she could grab the happiness and mash it into a ball and hoard it and gloat over it, but she couldn't. It just ran around all over the place, disrupting everything.

What is it we desire? pleasure, happiness. What! the pleasure of an instant, only; or that which is more solid and permanent?

We weep for what we may never lose

but he didn't kid himself. Seventeen years was too long

connected?" I licked again, a broad swipe. "Your fangs and your cock, I mean? They're both long

I wish I had an extra day with my mom sometimes. Or another hour in the day with my family, husband and children.

specially looking forward to something else, to him and

What one loves in childhood stays in the heart forever.

As the next car in the line pulled up, he sent a last yearning glance after Kate, wanting to imprint that laughing image on his mind forever. Girls like her were not for guys like him, who parked cars and worked construction to earn college money. His imagination hadn't been good enough to guess the way the night would end. But that was then, and this

You are so lovely," he murmured into her mouth. Then he kissed her throat. Her head fell back, and she gave a breathy sigh. She was an innocent with an appetite as ancient as Lilith, the first temptress.

A person could last a long while without touch, but once someone had experienced the comfort, joy, and sheer relief of another human body close, the desire to experience that again was hard to deny.

Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be gone than gravity or the moon.

For me, everything's too much and nothing's enough.

she felt the past come rushing back with a ferocity that nearly knocked her down. And it struck her, this was not just a flare-up she was experiencing, not just a bout of spring fever. This was full-blown passion.