Quotes About Longing

C'est étrange, se disait-il, que l'on aime les gens, qu'ils disparaissent, et que l'on continue à les aimer, mais dans sa tête, pour soi, sans le leur dire. Comme si le fait de ne plus être en contact n'enlevait rien à leur présence.

Ele era como um homem que se embriagou há muito tempo e que deixou de ser capaz de abandonar a sua embriaguez.

Il vivait un amour que rien ne diminuait. Il lui semblait que c'était le même amour, le même abandon, la même nuit, le même froid.

You're begging me to go Then making me stay Why do you hurt me so bad It would help me to know Do I stand in your way Or am I the best thing you've had

There used to be so many good times, when I was your age." She ran her finger slowly round and round her cup, as though it were a fine-stemmed wine glass rather than a chipped and stained dining-room survivor, as though she were trying to recapture an echo of times past.

I do not have any other way of saying it. I think it happens but once and only to the very young when it feels like your skin could ignite at the mere touch of another person. You get to love like that but once.

I love you. I worry about you. I wonder whether I tell you enough how I love you and want you and need you and how I am diminished . . . when you are not with me and how I am multiplied when you are here.

I go fishing in my mind. I put out bait, the bait of my own longing, my desire, and my hunger for connection, for a tug of something alive at the end of a line. Something that I may have to struggle with to pull in, but that will be wild and important to me, whether I keep it or let it go.

continued, "Cause I can't wait to peel off the fancy clothes to get to the woman who looks so damn right in my bed wearing nothing at all but the sweet flesh God gave her. I'm here to convince you to come home with me where you belong, Lise." Elise clamped her hand over her mouth

I thought of you with your hair silver as snow all through that cold, slow journey from Sirle. I felt you troubled deep within me, and there was no other place in the world I would rather have been than in the cold night riding to you. When you opened your gates to me, I was home.

If she know how strongly he felt, she'd have run out the door. He wasn't used to the possessive, or the savage joy she brought to his heart. It ate at his control, so he turned his attention to the music. He understood music.

Adam wants to know what took you so long? "Tell him I had wild, passionate sex with a complete stranger.

A cowboy, a lawyer, and a mechanic watched Queen of the Damned," I murmured. Warren—who had once, a long time ago, been a cowboy—snickered and wiggled his bare feet. "It could be the beginning of either a bad joke or a horror story." "No," said Kyle, the lawyer, whose head was propped up on my thigh. "If you want a horror story, you have to start out with a werewolf, his gorgeous lover, and a walker.

There is something incredibly arousing about being wanted. I pulled my hand back and sucked in a deep breath. "Adam," I said.

Knowing someone desires you is the greatest aphrodisiac

Forbidden fruit is the sweetest, Warren, my darling.

but he wanted what Adam had, Jesse as much as me, I thought—a family:

When he was home, he acted as if he'd never kissed me, never told me that he was still interested. I didn't know if that was reassuring or frightening. Samuel was a very patient hunter.

She, human and wolf both, craved him like a junkie just as she craved all the things he seemed to promise: safety, love, hope - a place to belong.

This nostalgia, like much nostalgia, was not for something actually experienced and lost, but for a notion held in the fond focus of the imagination.

I feel I stand in a desert with my hands outstretched, and you are raining down upon me.

It would be Carol, in a thousand cities, a thousand houses, in foreign lands where they would go together, in heaven and in hell.

In Moonlight No Soft sweet paw on my cheek No Fur curled under my chin Just A sad space left behind - Gray cat gone away. [Ellie's poem]

There is always something to miss, no matter where you are.