Quotes About Longing

Two weeks later they met in Santa Rosa again, this time at a French restaurant in a vineyard, again small, where Brie could see every patron. And two weeks later, again Santa Rosa. When he first saw her, he wanted to rush to her, grab her up in his arms and hold her for a while, but he always put his hands in his pockets, smiled and nodded hello. By the sixth week and fourth lunch, she hugged him goodbye.

And he wanted someone to care enough about him to try to find him. He wanted someone to love him. It had been so long since anyone had loved him.

I'm sorry, Cameron. Although really, it baffles me that you can even think of sex when you look at me." "I think about touching every single curve of your body. I think about kissing and tasting every part of you. I think about things I'm not allowed to do until after you deliver and mend. I can't stop thinking about all of that." "But you're allowed to hold me, right?" "I'm allowed to never let you go," he said. *

Crazy thoughts began filling his head, chief among them was that he couldn't imagine there ever being another man in her life, in her body. He'd never had such possessive, proprietary feelings. He wasn't sure if this was because it was Shelby, or because she'd never been touched inside until he claimed her.

He didn't want it ever to end and he concentrated on making it the longest kiss in history, hoping to get caught, hoping everyone would go on notice—this was his girl. His woman.

This young Shelby was so transparent, she left little doubt as to what she wanted. Needed. She'd like to wrap her emotions around a man and tether him right up against her heart, breaking him in half. Then, in making his getaway, he'd hurt her bad. Annihilate her. Leave her young, tender heart in shreds and spoil everything for the guy who might come along later to do right by her. The

She briefly covered his hand atop the bar with hers, and a sizzle shot through him at her merest touch. Damn, he thought, I'm in serious trouble. He wasn't sure what he feared most: never having more of her or repercussions from the general if he ever did.

Stay a little while… Oh, boy. Lilly hadn't realized she'd been longing to hear a man breathe that in her ear. That was nice.

I knew in the end I'd hurt you, and I never wanted to hurt you. Shelby, I want everything for you." "I believe you. I absolutely do. You couldn't have loved me the way you did if you didn't care, if you weren't sincere. If I'm hurt, it's just because you're so damn hard to give up. And I'm so damn in love with you.

And he wanted someone to care enough about him to try to find him. He wanted someone to love him. It had been so long since anyone had loved him. But

It's strange how can lose things that are still right there. How a barrier can go up at any moment, trapping you on the other side, keeping you from what you want. How the things that hurt the most are things we once had.

I didn't want to kiss you good-bye—that was the trouble— I wanted to kiss you good night— and there's a lot of difference. —ERNEST HEMINGWAY Draw your chair up close to the edge of the precipice and I'll tell you a story. —F. SCOTT FITZGERALD

Nothing lasts, even this awesome floaty feeling. We all reach for whatever we think is going to dull the pain, and sometimes we don't even want whatever it is, we just want to not be miserable, you know?

She was achingly effortless, and she would never, in a million years, choose me.

So I went to sleep thinking of her, of the curve of her back in a light cotton dress, of her hair twisted up into its crown of braids, of her, leaping from the zenith of the plastic swing set and clearing the sandbox, turning a neat lap around the whole of Eastwood, California, while I stood there, trapped in the dreariness of it all, numbly watching.

She tasted the way fireworks felt, like something you could get close to but never really have just for yourself.

It's strange how we can lose things that are still right there. How a barrier can go up at any moment, trapping you on the other side, keeping you from what you want. How the things that hurt the most are things we once had. And

like something you could get close to but never really have just for yourself.

She was achingly effortless, and she would never, in a million years, choose me. But, for the next few minutes, I contented myself with the magnificent possibility that she might.

I went to sleep every night that week waiting for whatever it was between the two of us to start traveling at the speed of flashlights, but it never did. As always, she left me wanting more, and dreaming of what it would be like if I ever got it.

Just once I want someone to be afraid of losing me," Pheobe said

But her window stayed dark after I replied, even though she knew I was there, watching. So I went to sleep thinking of her, of the curve of her back in a light cotton dress, of her hair twisted up into its crown of braids, of her, leaping form the zenith of the plastic swing set and clearing the sandbox, turning a neat lap around the whole of Eastwood, California, while I stood there, trapped in the dreariness of a it all, numbly watching.

People long for God, and more of them than we might think are willing to accept the idea that getting close to him might be painful. The church needs to worry less about coddling our superficial tastes and impulses and more about giving us the whole truth.

These long years later it is worse for I remember what it was as well as what it might have been.