Quotes About Longing

My heart aches for her. I am, myself, no stranger to this waiting, the charged and terrible uncertainty that follows the surrender to passion—this dangling in limbo, waiting, waiting for a man to call.

She lay awake and thought of her mother, gone forever. There was no one else she wanted to tell.

Any man who has known a love bringing him such happiness--if even for a short time--that its loss steals his very will to live, is a man to be envied. Justin

There's always consequences in life and sometimes you may get what you want, but it may hurt in the end. The thing about life is nothing is guaranteed like relationships you have them but it's never guaranteed how long you will have it for.

Picture yourself standing on a cliff overlooking the ocean. The wind is whipping your hair. The sun is setting. You long, body and soul, for one thing. One person. You hear footsteps behind you. You turn. Who's there? I remembered a voice. Jameson Winchester Hawthorne.

The trick to being abandoned was to never let yourself long for anyone who left.

I came to see you," Jameson told me. "Every day. The least you could have done was wake up while I was here, tragically backlit, unspeakably handsome, and waiting.

Grayson told me. "I wanted her to be you." "Don't say that," I whispered. He looked at me one last time. "There are so many things that I will never say.

Jameson Winchester Hawthorne is hungry. He's been looking for something. He's been looking for it since the day he was born.

Picture yourself standing on a cliff overlooking the ocean. The wind is whipping in your hair. The sun is setting. You long, body and soul, for one thing. One person. You hear footsteps behind you. You turn. Who's there?

But this... us..." He swallowed. "It can't happen, Avery. I've seen the way Jameson looks at you.

I'm older now," Dean said, testing out the possibility. "Wiser, better. I've waited so long, planned so long...." His voice was lower when he profiled, deeper. "Once upon a time, I am an amateur. Now, I'm an artist. Invincible. Unstoppable." "And this time," I said slowly, "you want credit.

All I knew was that Skye had been right. Jameson was hungry. And so am I.

But after reading even just a couple of my mom's postcards? It was getting harder to ignore Grayson's presence beside me, harder not to think about Jameson. My eyes stung, even though there was zero reason for me to be crying.

You hated the idea of me." "But not you. Never you." "I wanted Eve to be different," Grayson told me. "I wanted her to be you." "Don't say that," I whispered. He looked at me one last time. "There are so many things that I will never say.

Everything?" Jameson repeated in a rough, low tone that made me think of what the two of us could be doing if I were there with him.

Grayson looked at me the way you look at art in a glass case, like he wanted to reach out to touch me but couldn't.

The trick of being abandoned was never to let yourself long for anyone who left

I flashed back to the moment he'd kissed me. I'd kissed him back. Since then we hadn't even managed to look at each other. We hadn't really talked. So why was he calling now? Where is he? "Hello?" I answered. "Avery." Grayson lingered on my name, just for a moment.

I couldn't shake the feeling that this life was never meant for me.

I wanted Eve to be different," Grayson told me. "I wanted her to be you." "Don't say that," I whispered... "There are so many things that I will never say.

Think of me,' she said because it seemed like something a girl in a fairy tale might say. Think of me. Remember me. Love me. Turn me into a story you tell again and again. The sister who was good as gold and became a queen.

I understand now that Martin has never known the real me. There is only one person who ever did—who saw all of me, all the beauty along with the ugliness. And it is that person I long for now. Auntie.

Think of me. Remember me. Love me.