Quotes About Longing

karve i stompen og knust kandis på var en hittil ukjendt delikatesse for ham, han vilde be sin mor om å indføre den hjemme.

Og jeg var så kjær i ham, å hele verden blev borte når han kom. Jeg husker en mand som kunde komme gående! Han hadde fuldskjæg, han var som et dyr, han stanset iblandt og holdt den ene fot oppe og lyttet, så gik han videre. Han brukte også skindklær.

Ho jeg har visst alt faat Vaaren i mig, jeg bruker min Qvind som en gale, Fan steike mig, og æter langt bedre end på længe!(1912, brev til J.M. Køhler Olsen i Bergen)

Jaja, sa Edevart og nikket, jeg forstår at du er kjær i hende. Jeg må vel være, svarte August. Når jeg ser hende om morgningen så går jeg som i en skodde til middags, jeg spiser kveldsgrøten og tror det er kjøt. Fan forstår det! Sa August.

dilsiz ve bitkindi benim kahkaham aÄŸlamak özlemi ta??yordu

Jeg elsker tre ting, sier jeg så. Jeg elsker en kjærlighetsdrøm jeg hadde engang, jeg elsker dig og jeg elsker denne plet jord. - Og hvad elsker du mest? - Drømmen.

What was the point of spelling out the details? And anyway, wasn't a poor soul allowed to have a little genuine lovesickness to cope with on top of everything else? Without further ado, Rolandsen went up to his office, straight to the instrument, and asked one of the operators at the Rosengaard telegraph station to send him half a cask of cognac at the first opportunity. There was no sense in carrying on like this forever.

El deseo de tener algún animal suele brotar siempre de un mismo y viejísimo motivo: el que impulsó también a Kipling a escribir sus libros de la jungla. Nace de una pasión del hombre civilizado, que añora el paraíso perdido de la Naturaleza salvaje.

I'm not interested in a life that doesn't have you in it.

If I have to scour the entire earth, I'll hunt her down. I will no' falter. One day I will bring my female back to my home - back to my bed...She was born to be found by me. -Garreth MacRieve, King of all Lykae

I desired you before, but I never loved you until this life.

Five years of hell. You deserve to be fucked till you can't walk.

My heart doesn't fucking work right without you.

Damn, cher , you still smell like a blossom. Been so long since I've seen a flower that I'd nearly forgotten what they smelled like. He took a lock of my hair, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger. You're dressing up and using expensive perfume? Ole Jack senses a trap. Consider me snared.

I woan let you go back to that boy--not until you give me one bec doux . A sweet kiss. Then he reached forward, unlacing the ribbon from my hair. What are you doing? I murmured. Souvenir. He put it in his pocket, and for some reason that struck me as the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.

Damn, that werewolf melts my butter," Mari sighed. "He's so miserable," she added delightedly.

You smell like honeysuckle. You likin' ole Jack now? I never stopped liking you. Even when you were warding me away with the power of Catholicism.

Similar situation ? Like the one where you put me in fear for my life, then let go of that damned vine to heartlessly build my fear ? MacRieve, I hope I enthralled you. Then you can rot wanting me to be yours.

She'd been born for him. And I was born to find her…

W-we both know your life would be so much simpler without me! I am just a thorn in your paw. He nodded easily. And it reminds me of you - every move I make, I think of you. My lips parted. Again I realized that he was the only thing in my life that made me feel sane, made me want to fight for a future. Evangeline, I've got to feel you with my every step. His shaking hand closed over my nape, squeezing. Or I go a little crazy, me.

Her heart sank. That's why he found her attractive- because he'd been so long without. He'd probably find a perfumed rock appealing at this point.

I know I'm wrong in the head! I want to be . . . right. For you. - MacRieve ?#IAD13 ~

I can't lose you. The very thought makes me crazed. I can't even allow myself to imagine you leaving me.

When he was this close to me, I could feel his palpable yearning. I could sense that gut-wrenching loneliness he'd suffered.