Quotes About Longing

I feel the weight of his gaze all over me, covering me like a blanket.

Once upon a time the sun hadn't risen without her thinking about Nick's smile, and the wind hadn't blown without it whispering his name.

This book is for those who would rather be haunted and driven mad than left behind.

There is nothing crueler than the person who doesn't want you enough to keep you, but who doesn't love you enough to let you go.

I would rather have you haunt me, driving me mad, than have you leave me.

There had been times when missing him had felt like someone had reached inside her and pulled out the part of her that remembered how to breathe. And times when she'd barely given the memories of him a second's worth of her time.

Desire didn't always mean a choice was easier to make. Sometimes it was harder, because it meant so much more.

Could it really be so easy? Could someone who'd almost slipped through my fingers be within my grasp again—just like that? Maybe that's the thing about real love...it comes easier than the kind you have to break yourself for.

Haunt me," he whispered. "Make me crazy for the rest of my life. But please, Effie. Don't leave me. Just let me love you.

And every time we're together, I tell myself not to hope that this time you'll just fucking see that there is nobody else for you. That you'll give me a chance to prove we're good together,

I'd been a substitute for something they both wanted and neither could have.

Some things never left you, no matter how much you wanted them to.

I love you. And I want you, too. But. However. Unfortunately ...

I know it makes sense for me and him to just break up now and just live our seperate lives and not have to worry about missing each other all the time. But when I think about that, I get sick. Physically sick. Like I seriously throw up. I need to be with him, even if I can't, like, be with him.

And now, as I'm lying alone in my own bed, I keep thinking about writhing against him last night, naked and vulnerable. Even after we'd both risen and fallen, peaked and plummeted, even after Marcus was physically shrinking from inside me, I couldn't stop clutching, crying, trying. Trying to pull him deeper, deeper, deeper within. Trying to make him more a part of me than I am myself.

Love," he said, "has the longest arms.

I love when I reach Marcus on the phone and as he says hello, I can hear the music he's listening to in the background. That music is the sound of him without me. How he surrounds himself when I'm not there, which is almost all the time.

he makes me feel out of control and out of my head. He is exhilarating and terrifying. I see and feel him everywhere, and I'm always grasping for equilibrium even when he's not there... I feel like I'm always falling in love, falling and falling and falling.

Love may have the longest arms, but it can still fall short of an embrace.

As our options expand, so do our desires - and unmet desires in particular.

Jessica..." The sound of his voice saying my name soothed me, and it's all I wanted to hear him say. Just my name, over and over and over again in his buttery baritone. I wanted my name to be his mantra, the word he meditated on, his tool for finding calm in the world. But he kept on talking.

and yes even loved him even though logic and reason told me I had no business feeling that way about him but I didn't care, no I loved him, and wanted him to know it not because I expected him to reciprocate )and yes even loved him even though logic and reason told me I had no business feeling that way about him but I didn't care, no I(even though I really really wanted him to) but because if someone ever loved me in that pure way I would want to know about it

I'm sitting in the bleachers, watching longingly as all the boys and umbumped girls in my Personal Health and Fitness class play Muggle Quidditch. I don't even like the game very much, I think it's silly, but I so miss physical activity that I'd be thrilled if I could run around the gymnasium with a broom between my legs, chasing after the human snitch wearing a gold pinny.

But I can't help myself. And there he is, larger than life on the screen, looking every bit as tortured and handsome as he did the last time he tried to contact me a few weeks ago. (Harmony/Jondoe)