Quotes About Longing

Some books are like an hors d'oeuvre - light, tasty and leaving you longing for the main course which is never going to come - and some are like Christmas lunch immediately after a cooked breakfast.

The most romantic thing someone did was surprise me at the airport, after being away for 3 months in Los Angeles. You always see people with signs, and you're like, 'Isn't that lovely?' and then you see your own name on one - that isn't a taxi driver's! I was very impressed.

You can't get a cup of tea big enough or a book long enough to suit me.

If I didn't write sex scenes, all my characters would head to the kitchen and make cups of tea.

Todo el mundo quiere lo que no puede tener.

Why? It doesn't hurt you or anything. I told you I won't bother you if you don't want me to. And if you do, well, I'm all about that. So what's it matter if I just love you from afar?" I didn't entirely know. "Because . . . because you can't!

So amazingly, agonizingly sexy that it's a wonder I can get anything done when all I ever think about is the taste of your lips and the touch of your fingertips on my skin and the way your legs feel when I—

How did you say goodbye to someone who wasn't exactly gone

Because I wanted her," Adrian said.

But honestly, I would've gladly settled for Missouri, if only Adrian could be with me, free from pursuit.

Honestly, my deepest longing was to have a normal relationship, to love and be loved

My mother was right. With their speed, even our fifteen-minute lead might not be enough. And yet, I still couldn't take a step. I couldn't stop staring at the cave, back where Dimitri was, back where half of my soul was. He couldn't be dead. If he was, then surely I would be dead too.

I'd rather spend my life alone than with someone who isn't you.

I felt like someone had ripped my heart out and tossed it across the other side of the room. There was a burning, agonizing pain in my chest, and I had no idea how it could ever be filled.

Only now, standing with him, I realized it wouldn't be enough. It would only hurt more now, knowing exactly what I could never have again. I would never make love with Seth again, never have these intimate moments of comfort and rapport. He wasn't mine anymore. He never could be again.

I'm going to just go on loving you, even if it's hopeless.

Wanting and needing are two different things." He stepped away from me, and I suddenly felt incomplete without his body against mine. I had a fleeting flash of some connection bigger than both of us, and then it was gone. "A long life means nothing if it's empty and has no purpose. Better to live a short one filled with the things that are important to you.

Lo he dicho una y otra vez, haría cualquier cosa por ti. Solo sigo esperando algo como: "Adrian, vamos a tomar un baño caliente" o "Adrian, llévame por algo de fondue".

Would he have said he loved me? I would ask myself that for the rest of my life.

Into that malevolent place they walked, emerging with pathetic little bundles: a coat, a cap, perhaps a frayed pair of trousers. In the seam of a soiled shirt, one family found a hidden note. "I dream of the hills around Siena, and of my love whom I shall never see again," the doomed man had written. "I shall become one gaping wound—like the winds, nothing.

i could love dearly and yet not dearly enough to fear or suffer their loss.

Passion is something you really don't miss, after it has cooled. It is like looking at an empty bottle on the side of the road and thinking, "Boy, I wish I had a Coke." The loves you miss are the ones that go away when they are still warm, even hot, to the touch.

The past was so past it hurt.

I don't miss doing things with her. I miss doing nothing with her.