Quotes About Longing

Wanted you since before I knew you",he said softly. "You think I knit for just anyone?

Once in a lifetime, you meet that special someone. That someone that took your breath away every single time. That someone that caused your heart to shatter into a million shards and fall like rain.

I suddenly knew, in a way I'd never had before, what want meant, and why it was dangerous and greedy and huge.

He tasted like gingermint and chocolate kulfi and something stronger and more powerful, something like want and need, and Owen drank him in and gave him back, dying for him in the subjective three hours it took to get to Malcolm's door.

I'm trying to follow all the steps and check all the boxes. But my heart hurts and my skin aches, and God, I just want to be touched…….Can you touch me and then look at me tomorrow, and it will be okay?

It was the same smile he used in bed with Crick--the gentle, sweet smile that made him look young and a little vulnerable. Crick turned the picture around, and Benny had written, I asked him to think of you.

Un giorno ti dirò che ti amo, Jimmy. Avrai solo una possibilità quando accadrà, perchè avere quelle parole sospese, con niente a prenderle e nessuno a ripeterle, è il peggior silenzio del mondo

Walking away from you was like walking away from the best part of me. I almost didn't recognize him.Walking away from you was like walking away from the best part of me. I almost didn't recognize him.

I know I get you to myself all the time, but… but…." There was an uneven touch in Quentin's hair, and Quentin almost stopped breathing. "You're the only thing I've wanted. I wanted my degree, but, you know, that came sort of easy. I wanted a business, and we've done that. And the whole time… hell, even before we had our first class together… before our first study group, before we got dorm assignments… all I wanted was you.

I haven't had a home in so long," he said softly. "I—I want a home with you. I don't want to leave you when you're hurt, or fragile, Patrick. I want to be a guy worth making a home for.

Chase was gone then, and Donnie was back, alone in his room, wondering about those pictures from an art book he'd so admired. Because it felt like he'd just lived one, and it had been beautiful, so beautiful, and he'd been able to reach out and touch the lines of it, but it still hurt.

Twenty-eight years, Kenny," Will panted. "Twenty-eight years thinking sex was for the lucky and the brave. Then I find out I can close my eyes, think of you, and become a frickin' god—now c'mon and make me a god!

You're the fantasy I never knew I had.

It was... it was like all the girls I was with. They were fun, and I liked their company, but their touch didn't... didn't make anything get warm. Didn't make it pop or zing or ache." The hand moved up to Talker's neck, so that his pulse throbbed against Brian's palm. "Didn't make me feel any of the things I feel when you touch me or smile or... you know, sing in the shower or leave your shoes in the hallway or have conversations with the rat when you think I can't hear you.

Trav thought of the song – his song – and the cry from the invisible boy who slept in forgotten corners and lived to make people love him or hate him or anything so long as they didn't forget his name.

How do you explain the bone-deep knowledge that this thing you con for, lie for, cheat for, ain't never gonna

He imagined Galen's lean, pretty face with a wicked tilt to his lips. "Oh my God, I really do. Just like I'm going

I can't need you, boy. What happens when you leave?

I've been away so long. I promised I'd return, and I'm afraid… afraid the world's fallen apart around their ears without me. Is that strange?

Jason liked to do things—touchy things—that had nothing to do with "This will get your dick hard" and everything to do with "This will make your heart beat and your chest swell and your stomach erupt into butterflies, and you will weep wanting to be touched like that some more.

God, "Kashmir" was a long damned song.

He's awesome," Alejandro confessed, looking at her. "Your little brother is beautiful and amazing and perfect and way too young and innocent for the things I want to do to him." Alejandro put his face back into

It was a beautiful dream, being with this one person who loved him. He could warm himself by that dream and wake up in its bed every day and every night—but he wasn't sure if he could ever really inhabit that dream.

Bobby cried out, groaned, and fell forward, coming that quickly, too quickly, because the white light would fade, would drain from them like come, and they would be left, just their heartbeats, alone in the darkness of an uncertain world.