Quotes About Longing

i hate leaving places i love i was never at one place long. am i selfish?

There are two tragedies in life. One is never getting your heart's desire. The other is getting it.

He is afraid, as suddenly he knows that he was afraid all along, that if he felt her body so close to him he would never let her go.

Having "lost her bloom" in the eight years since her romance and break-up with Captain Wentworth before the novel begins, Anne is wispy and quiet, still in love with Wentworth, but feeling helpless to do anything about it because he hasn't attempted to contact her again, and protocol of the day says she can't make the first move in contacting him.

And also, you've been stuckoo on an islandoo for a long time with only beardedoo guys who talkoo funny and bowoo down to you," Hades said, and then laughed. "That's gotta get boring after a while.

Even as a little girl, Irma Leopold had wanted above all things to see everyone happy with the cake of their choice. Sometimes it became an almost unbearable longing, as when she had looked down at Mademoiselle asleep on the grass this afternoon.

Your bed was empty today When I looked for you Why?

It's been so long since I made love I can't even remember who gets tied up.

Funny how an absence can feel like a presence, like that space practically glows with her outline and make me notice how she's not here.

My arms are empty without you! My heart cries out, lonely in the darkness, but you are not here. No tears shall bring you back into my arms again. My mothers love was not strong enough to keep you, but it is strong enough to follow and find you, though all the mists of Eternity should try to come between!

Adèle Douchett

You're in my dreams every night. I wake up in the morning and all I think about is you in my house, you and Noah finally mine. My family. It's even better than ridin' my bike. I'm crazy for you, Soph.

I've been wonderin' if I could take you—whether I should take you. I keep thinkin' about Noah and whether it's right for him, but now I get none of it matters, because you're mine already. You've been mine for a hell of a long time and I just didn't realize it.

I want to own every part of you," he continued, his breath hot against my skin. "I want to throw you face-first across this counter, rip off those shorts, and fuck you hard and fast until my goddamned cock stops hurting and my balls don't feel like they're gonna explode. Because they've felt that way for a helluva long time, Soph, and I'm startin' to think it's not gonna go away unless I do something about it.

I'd fallen in love with Melanie Tucker. Not some little-boy, bullshit needy "love"… This was deep, almost painful in its unholy intensity. It was like she'd sent tendrils burrowing deep inside, binding us together so tightly I'd die if I ever tried to pull them out. I was truly, deeply, and utterly fucked, because I fucking loved this girl…and she wasn't for me.

Jesus, you fuck with my head," he said roughly. "My cock gets hard just thinkin' about you. You're in my dreams every night. I wake up in the morning and all I think about is you in my house, you and Noah finally mine. My family. It's even better than ridin' my bike. I'm crazy for you, Soph.

We'll stop soon," he said, rubbing his nose along mine oh-so-slowly. "Just one more taste.

I've wanted you a long time, Soph. Never forgot how you tasted, not for one single fuckin' day in the last four years. Jesus, you were sweet.

Peaches Taylor had crawled under my skin when I was seven years old, and by now, I was addicted to the sensation. Sooner or later, I'd bend her over that bar for real. Until then, I'd just have to get off by torturing her.

I'd tried to find someone else, but it was like he'd broken me, destroying every chance for happiness away from his touch. God, but I hated him for that.

Incluso en estos tiempos de aprender a vivir sin esperarte, todos los días tengo recaídas y aunque quiera olvidar no se me olvida que no puedo olvidarte.

Tanto la quería, que, tardé, en aprender a olvidarla, diecinueve días y quinientas noches.

Que se muera el olvido, que se escondan las llaves de los juzgados, que se acuerde Cupido de los maridos abandonados. Cuando llegue por fin mi mensaje a tus manos, en la gasolinera vieja esperaré; y tomaremos juntos al abordaje la carretera que te conté.

Is romantic yearning an appetite for [H]eaven, or is it the ultimate refinement of covetousness?