Quotes About Longing

That I am your heart's secret fills me with song. I wish I could sing of you here in my cage. You are my heart's hidden poem. I reread you, memorize you every moment we're apart.

He kissed me for a long moment, holding my shoulders, perhaps to keep me from pressing my whole body against his. Then he tried to lift my bag. My God, he said. What happened? I found out one may check out twenty books at a time from the school library.

i would court you with passion, if things were different. you'd never get me off your porch swing.

Dear sir: twelve hours is as twelve years to me. I imagine you in your home, smiling, thinking of me. That I am your heart's secret fills me with song. I wish I could sing of you here in my cage. You are my heart's hidden poem. I reread you, memorize you, every moment we're apart.

he was watching me and when our eyes met, i had no fan to cover my face, no way to hid my feelings. i was desperate for him, and he could see it, all the way in me.

Boys and girls hid in the library stacks or behind the gym and flew at each other with no promise of love or even kindness, tasting one another in clumsly attempts to steal pleasure before they could be hurt or hated.

It´s hard to have you with me but not to be able to take your hand or kiss you -James

i felt my being flutter. each tousled head that came through the door i wanted to be his, but no and on, a dozen boys entered, yet not the one.

You deserve to be happy. What can I do? Don't send me away, I thought. He looked at me again. What do you want? I want to taste an apple, I said. And your lips, I thought.

I would court you with a passion, if things were different.

I don't know how you say good-bye to whom and what you love. I don't know a painless way to do it, don't know the words to capture a heart so full and a longing so intense.

We people aren't too different from the cows, are we? Never content with what we have, always leaning through the fence in search of more.

Hope will lie to you, but lust is what it is; it never lies.

That was the problem with loving people: it made you weak. It made you need them. It made the thought of not having them the worst thing in the world.

I'm not sure there are enough white roses in the world to make me forget Richard. I held up my hand before she could interrupt. But I'm not sure there are enough cozy afternoons in all eternity to make me forget Jean-Claude.

He laughed, and it raised goose-bumps on my arms. Oh,ma petite ,ma petite , you are precious. Just what I wanted to hear. So how are you getting here? My private jet. Of course, he had a private jet. When can you be here? I will be there as soon as I can, my impatient flower. I prefer ma petite to flower.

who is the love of my life? Maybe I don't have one. Maybe it's not love at all. But if it's not love, then what is it? I wish I knew.

Laurell K. Hamilton

You cannot miss what you never had, but you can miss forever the man you loved and lost.

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Jean-Claude said. I stared at him, and for the first

I needed him to touch me, and let me know that he was still my Darkness, still my Doyle. He whispered into my hair, "Merry, Merry, Merry." I clung to him, wordless, and wept.

I would move all of hell to reach your side,you know that.