Quotes About Longing

And true love waits In haunted attics And true love lives On lollipops and crisps

I've been trying to remember this place," she said, almost plaintively. "I love it here, but the entire time I've felt like it was the one remembering me.

Somehow Charlie looked so good in that moment, putting on his jacket. Saul clasped him tight before he could get away. The weight of the man in his arms. The feel of Charlie's rough shave that he loved so much. The tart surprise of Charlie's lip balm against his cheek. Held him for an extra moment, trying to preserve all of it, as a bulwark against whatever had just happened. Then, too soon, Charlie was gone, out the door, into the night, headed for the boat.

My voice had a rasp to it, then. I wasn't yet comfortable talking human. My voice had a rasp, and I gazed upon the bison head on the wall and my voice became raspier still. I gazed upon the mossy rock imported from another country, the water feature in the house, and wanted only to return to all fours and drink from the pond. To gaze at the reflection and remember who I was, not who I had become

the seeming attempt to cast it away turned into an endless embrace.

I want to be your stranger across a crowded room.

There was nowhere I could go that wouldn't be you.

Even when I'm dead, I'll swim through the Earth, like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.

I wish slitting the wrist of the clock would let this moment last forever – your tongue so deep in my ear it feels like a paintbrush, coating the dark, peeling walls inside my head with a carmine veneer.

on the scale of desire, your absence weighs more than someone else's presence

You don't inspire people by telling them they're wrong. You need to show them something extraordinary so they long to be part of it.

The world was such a different place, but there were the same stars, the same kinds of yearnings beneath them.

Missing is a part of living and dying.

That day he was looking at one that didn't seem to be written in their language. It was filled with symbols and drawings of trolls. She longed to know what her father was studying, but didn't ask.

It sucks being in love with someone and never being allowed to show it.

Michael," I said between kisses, "if I were to become like you, do you think . . . that is, we seem to have this . . . thing." We seem to have this thing? Gods, what was wrong with me?

This is the second time you've escaped me," she said lightly, watching carefully for his reaction. "I could never wish to escape you," he said with a grin, but behind it was something heated and filled with desire. It almost melted her.

In scoping out the party crowd, does one face catch your eye? The Tierra del Fuegans have an expression, mamihlapinatapei, which is listed in the Guinness Book of Records as the world's mist succinct word. It refers to the act of 'looking into each other's eyes, each hoping that the other will initiate what both want to do but neither chooses to commence.

Ty still owns a giant piece of my heart?

This was the Hart Eleanor had known years ago, the one she'd agreed without hesitation to marry. He'd had the body of a god, a smile that melted her heart, a sinful glint in his eyes that had been just for her and her alone.

I don't want to be friends with you, Ainsley Douglas. I want to be your lover. I want to bury myself inside you, I want to find out whether you taste as good all the way down, I want to feel you squeezing me, and I want to hear your cries as you take me inside you.

I want it to work." Sean turned the full force of his gaze on her. "Because when I first saw you, love, I started to believe in forever." (Jennifer Ashley, Primal Bonds)

I will write as often as I can, but truth be told, I don't have many moments to myself. The queen is in a very bad way and needs everyone who can be at her side. But whenever I undo my buttons to ready myself for bed, I think of you. I imagine your fingers unfastening my gown, opening me like a Christmas parcel for your pleasure. I tingle even now as I think of it, and so I will close before I quite combust and burn the paper.

You never forget the love of your life, Ainsley Douglas, no matter what he did to anger you, and no matter how much time has passed.