Quotes About Longing

He ached to touch her, to kiss her, but she hadn't asked him to do either - yet. He'd rather eat his own balls than ruin this for her.

She missed his voice, the music he played on his guitar, the sound of his laughter. And sex. yes, she missed that, too. Having the evenings and weekends free to whatever she wanted--something she had once cherished about being single--wasn't nearly as satisfying as doing those things with Javier. But that's what it meant to love a military man.

They danced slow circles in the sand, Javier singing the words to the Spanish version of the song, the melancholy music putting a strange ache in his chest, an ache he saw reflected in her eyes. Was she feeling what he was feeling?

God, Lexi, you are so beautiful, so beautiful to me. I want you… I need…

I would think myself in hell but for the sight of you, lass.

In the years to come, when you lie alone in your bed and the night grows long and bitter, remember how it felt when I held you, kissed you, made you mine. Remember this night. Remember me.

His eyes were the color of hot fudge, and his thick hair cascaded down his slender back in clean, wavy clumps. He looked like a sensitive prince in search of Sleeping Beauty, and unfortunately for him, he found me.

Be still my eternal groupie heart

No Russians tell me they cheat to create drama. They say they long for heart-stopping, tear-off-your-clothes romance. I hear about a man who left an entire lilac tree on the doorstep of the woman he was courting. Given the grim realities of life in Russia, this fairy-tale passion might be sustainable only in extramarital affairs.

Their fantasy men--like Yon-sama--not only wouldn't spend their days barking drink orders from the couch, they might not ever be home at all. And that's okay. For these women the pleasure of a fantasy lover comes not from having him but from pining for him.

He wanted her. Here, now, between growing vines and fallen leaves, in the rain and the mud. Anywhere.And she wanted him, too.

It was there. That feeling, that oneness, that she'd always sought, that she'd always longed for, that had always eluded her. It was right there in each other's arms. She had found it at last and she wanted to revel in it, expand it, prolong it. She wanted to make it theirs, forever. And keep it both secreted inside their hearts and shared with the entire human race.

He stood staring into the darkness, trying without success not to think at all. He belonged to another woman, and Hattie belonged to another man. He asked himself how he could let her marry someone who would never understand her tender feelings.

Piney woke up wearing a big grin on his face. He couldn't remember when he'd slept so well. He pulled the pillow next to him up over his face. He could smell her hair on it. "Jesse," he murmured to himself. He liked her. He really liked her. And he loved, loved, loved doing her. Being inside her. She was so hot. She was so tight. She was… Piney stopped himself in midthought and rolled out of bed. His mind was headed where his body could not go.

Amazing. She had to get these vampires to bite her more often.

Like all collectors, I exist in a perpetual state of want that bears no reasonable relationship to the quantity of unread books mounting up on my shelves.

the warmth in my mouth. that rush through my veins making my heartache my pulse quicken my head- just a bit dizzy. my legs- just a bit numb. my tongue years for more more of you right now. now. i can't wait anymore. this is torture. seriously. i'm in hell. waiting for you. i just want to shout to this giant crowd of people "how hard is it to make a latte, fuckers?" i love you, coffee.

It makes you crazy. Waiting for someone to love you, to come to you and only you, to choose you like you've already chosen, is the most degrading, debasing, demoralising...and yet, sweet, sweet pain there is. It's as humbling aas it is humiliating. But yes, there is a sweet side.

You deserve to know that I love you, more than I ever intended to, more than I ever thought I could love someone whom I admittedly barely know. It's the dumbest love there is, love that doesn't come back -- to you.

Skype or FaceTime or even talk to her on the phone. Jaden had explained that he wanted to hear her voice and see her face for the first time in person. When she thought about it, that was kind of romantic. If it hadn't been for her Uncle

Bir güçlük daha var: insan sevdiÄŸi zaman, yaln?z yaÅŸamaz. Hatta art?k sevilmek istemediÄŸi zaman bile - ki, benim için bugün durum budur- yaln?z yaÅŸamaz. Bu, hiç olmazsa, hat?ralarla yaÅŸamaktan vazgeçmeyen içliler için doÄŸrudur, çünkü hal mevcut olmay?nca hat?ra olamaz. Ölmeyi istememiz beyhudedir.

we all share the same fate: we carry within us more love, and above all more longing than today's society is able to satisfy. We have all ripened for something, and there is no one to harvest the fruit Ã¢â'¬Â¦ Karl Mannheim (1922)

I suppose that having lost true love once, I never wanted to replace it with a lukewarm approximation that would only serve to make me remember it forever.

the reality we belong to, the reality we long to know, extends far beyond human beings interacting with one another.