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Quotes About Longing

You Sanders boys," he mumbled. "Looking for art, for poetry, for story, for music. Like meteors, carving light through the sky. How'm I supposed to be in that picture?" "We need the sweetness,
~ Amy Lane
We want you here in thirty years, asshole!" had been Jon's final word on the subject, and Deacon found that he didn't have much fight left in him when it came to being separated from Crick.
~ Amy Lane
What I'm saying," Nate tried once more, "is that there should always be a world in which you and I meet." Walter's shrug would have done an old uncle at temple proud. "We meet, we don't meet—if we don't know each other, it doesn't make a difference." But it does. I was missing you before you were born.
~ Amy Lane
whole life. What you had for a couple of months. What you're giving up again.
~ Amy Lane
I really do," she said, not looking at him. "Because once he stays here tonight, I'll have a constant reminder that you picked him and not me, and you did it before you even knew you could have him." He grimaced. "It was a near thing," he told her, thinking about how pretty she'd looked in the sunshine and how cold she looked now. "Only because I could have your babies, Joe. And I still lost by a mile. C'mon.
~ Amy Lane
I miss you," he gasped into Kelly's chest. "Oh God. I miss you so much." Kelly moaned—not a sexy moan, a sad one—and they were both crying, kissing, tasting salt and sex on each other's skin as the final, more painful crest hit them both.
~ Amy Lane
Damn, Trav wanted this, had barely dared dream of it, yearned for the time Mackey Sanders would be old enough, whole enough, well enough, to possess like this, like a man, an equal, a partner.
~ Amy Lane
Ellery couldn't ask for anything more. In his entire life, he couldn't recall ever wanting anything with the purity and the passion that he wanted time, so much more time, with Jackson.
~ Amy Lane
Got used to you," he mumbled. "You and me, we lived together. I loved that. It's hard when you're gone." "We still live together," Aiden
~ Amy Lane
Someday, he thought as he went under, he really would sleep forever. Waking up was just too damned much trouble. Without Kelly, everything was. When Your Head is in the Stars, You're Everywhere "KELLY, HE'S crying.
~ Amy Lane
Clay made a noise previously unheard in human history and spread his legs wide to give Dane access to any part of him Dane wanted to fondle, grope, or suck—including his soul, should his soul reside among any points south, especially, especially, his cock.
~ Amy Lane
I opened my heart, it filled with love, with sex, with power, with new. With every door I pulverized, I knew I'd be missing you.
~ Amy Lane
For a moment in time, Bobby didn't exist. Nothing existed but these two souls, reconnecting, learning the feel and taste of each other all over again. Bobby watched them, entranced, and swallowed. He wanted that. He could have that. He could have that with Reg.
~ Amy Lane
I missed you like I'd miss a lung, a kidney, and my right hand.
~ Amy Lane
All that… that sweetness, running around without Dusty to keep it safe? For so long! Dustin knew it was irrational, but the thought made him grumpy and foul and close to tears. He'd grown up as quickly as he could, but Quinlan had been waiting for so long.
~ Amy Lane
He'd seen interviews—the way Cheever Sanders had looked at Blake Manning had made him yearn for things he'd never voiced to himself before.
~ Amy Lane
Le labbra di Walter erano dolci, ma il bacio troppo breve. Non si poteva far stare una vita intera in un singolo incontro di labbra, anche volendo.
~ Amy Lane
And then Spencer did a surprising thing. He closed his eyes and leaned into the touch, like someone starving for it, someone who'd needed tenderness all his
~ Amy Lane
This time it was longer, more drawn out, pleasure being dragged down a gravel road.
~ Amy Lane
He's… he's the reason I didn't get a bike when I was eleven, so I could have a Sammy now.
~ Amy Lane
I'm still waiting for the rain to fall, pouring life down on me
~ Amy Lee
When I go away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum....
~ Amy Lowell
I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against The want of you; Of squeezing it into little inkdrops, And posting it.
~ Amy Lowell
I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against The want of you
~ Amy Lowell