Quotes About Longing

Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.

but more frequently I was finding myself sleepless and he was running out of lullabies

You were drinking sangria and I was throwing oranges at you, but it didn't matter. I said my arms are very long and your head's on fire. I said kiss me here and here and here and you did.

Sweetheart, is that you?

They want you to love the whole damn world but you won't

Are you there, sweetheart? Do you know me?

We have not been given all the words necessary. We have not been given anything at all.

You want it to mean something. Sad pink cakes. Five strange blue things. You want to have it glued together.

You said I could have anything I wanted, but I just couldn't say it out loud. Actually, you said Love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. It's like a religion. It's terrifying. No one will ever want to sleep with you.

He had green eyes, so I wanted to sleep with him—

I'll give you my heart to make a place for it to happen, evidence of a love that transcends hunger. Is that too much to expect? That I would name the stars for you? That I would take you there?

Every morning the same big and little words all spelling out desire, all spelling out You will be alone always and then you will die .

So maybe I wanted to give you something more than a catalog of non-definitive acts, something other than the desperation.

You do this, you do. You take the things you love and tear them apart or you pin them down with your body and pretend they're yours.

I said kiss me here and here and here and you did.

Don't make a noise, don't leave the room until I come back from the dead for you. I will come back from the dead for you.

There's a niche in his chest where a heart would fit perfectly and he thinks if he could just maneuver one into place— well then, game over.

I had a dream about you. We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want.

There's a thing in my stomach about this. A simple thing. The last rung.

The radio aches a little tune that tells the story of what the night is thinking. It's thinking of love.

you're all I ever wanted / and worth dying for too

We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want, so I said What do you want, sweetheart? and you said Kiss me.

just mash your lips against me.

I couldn't make you love me and I'm tired of pulling your teeth.