Quotes About Longing

I only know one word. It means friend. I said it in her ear 'Sora. Sora. Sora.'" "And who taught you this Charynite word for friend?" "Phaedra of Alonso did. She said it was the prettiest word in Charyn." And Lucien ached to hear those words.

An arm was instantly around his neck. A dagger to his throat. A savage growl in his ear. Sagra. How he missed her.

I wrote to you for a year and you never wrote back. T rang you over and over again and you would never come to the phone. What part of that gives the impression that I didn't care? ~Jonah Griggs

My ideal community? Anywhere but here.

No,' I say, looking up at Griggs. 'It's actually because my heart belongs to someone else.' And if I could bottle the look on his face, I'd keep it by my bedside for the rest of my life

It's not that I miss my mother. It's just that I miss the idea of what one would be.

I need to know that I can still breathe properly when he's not around.

Sometimes he felt he needed to inhale it and place it in a storage are in his soul. Just in case

We have a dilemma, then," Finnikin said fiercely. "Because I prayed that you would grow old and hold my children in your arms as you held me. My prayers have not been answered yet, Trevanion. So whose prayer is more worthy? Yours or mine?

Cuando me doy la vuelta, me toma la cara entre las manos y me besa tan profundamente que no sé quién respira por quién, pero su boca y su lengua tienen sabor a miel cálida. No se cuánto dura, pero cuando me separo, lo hecho de menos al instante.

The need to lie by her side and gather her to him was so fierce that it made him weak.

He chanced a look at her and saw the flare of something in her eyes. A salve to the emptiness that sometimes threatened to suffocate him.

The dead are greedy for you.

Because I miss it like you'd never believe, and then I go away from this place and I miss here too. I'm scared I'm going to spend the rest of my life in a state of yearning, regardless of where I am.

Y si pudiera embotellar la expresión de su cara, la guardaría en mi mesita de noche el resto de mi vida.

Maybe she'd always been there. Maybe strangers enter your heart first and then you spent the rest of your life searching for them.

Se inclina y me besa, y yo me aferro a su camiseta, deseando saborear cada momento.

It's funny how you can forget everything except people loving you. Maybe that's why humans find it so hard getting over love affairs. It's not the pain they're getting over, it's the love.

When I turn around, he cups my face in his hands and he kisses me so deeply that I don't know who is breathing for who, but his mouth and tongue taste like warm honey. I don't know how long it lasts, but when I let go of him, I miss it already.

How can you just forget a person completely until the moment you see his face again?

I'm scared I'm going to spend the rest of my life in a state of yearning, regardless of where I am.

Maybe she'd always been there. Maybe strangers enter your heart first and then you spent the rest of your life searching for them.

No," I say, looking up at Griggs. "It's actually because my heart belongs to someone else." And if I could bottle the look on his face, I'd keep it by my bedside for the rest of my life.

Ain't it a shame the body can't go where the heart lives.