Quotes About Longing

There are some people who fall in love over and over." Tibby nodded, understanding the particular melancholy as it revealed itself on Lena's face. "And there are others who can only seem to do it once.

Desire was just the dumbest thing. You wanted what you wanted until it was yours. Then you didn't want it anymore. You took what you had for granted until it was no longer yours. This, it seemed to her, was one of the crueller paradoxes of human nature.

She was still holding out for something that wasn't going to happen. She was good at waiting. That seemed like a sad thing to be good at.

She wanted his profession of feelings to do the trick. She really did. She knew he wanted that too. Whether he spoke the truth or not, he thought he could make her feel better, and he really, really wanted to. But it wasn't what she needed. Her need was as big as the stars, and he was down there on the beach, so quiet she could hardly hear him.

If I could meet you again, at a different time under different circumstances, I could let myself worship you the way you deserve.

If I could meet you again, at a different time under different circumstances, I could let myself worship you the way you deserve. But I can't now.

That seemed a sad thing about human nature - how much more time we spend thinking about what we don' have, or have lost, than about what we have.

As she began to draw the outer edge of her cheek, she realized she had the look of a person who was waiting. Not impatient, not tortured, not frustrated. Just waiting. What was she waiting for? (...) She was still holding out for something that wasn't going to happen. She was good at waiting. That seemed like a sad thing to be good at.

He could barely look at her, but he couldn't look anywhere else.

I was allowed to hold her just once. They didn't want you to bond at all with the baby. Some women chose not to see their babies. I just could never imagine that. I wanted to see that face. I'll never forget it as long as I live. You never forget that face. —

I think beaches kind of get in your blood, and if you grow up near one you never feel quite right when you're away from it.

Sometimes when my friends leave after a club meeting, I feel a little let down. Suddenly my room is quiet again and it's funny, but that's when I miss Stacey the most. Knowing that my only best friend is all the way in New York City makes me feel bad, but just for a few moments. Then I remember that Mimi is home and I can run downstairs and help her fix dinner.

I wished my dad had seen it.

As much as I loved living in Stoneybrook, I wanted to move back to California. Permanently.

I'd be able to see Alex every single day.

You don't have to love somebody to miss them. You get used to having them around, like a cat or a bird.

Now? Why now? Why am I missing her now, Frankie? Why not then? When she was there? Why am I afraid that I'm gonna' lose her when she's already gone. And this fear--this fear swarms through me--floods my whole body 'til there's nothing left. Nothing left of me. And then it turns--it turns to a fear for my whole life. Like my whole life is lost from losing her. Gone. That I'll die like this. Lost. Just lost.

and he was surprised at himself because he didn't feel anything anymore. All he wanted to do was sleep. And for the first time, he wished he were far away. Lost in a deep, vast country where nobody knew him. Somewhere without language or streets. He dreamed about this place without knowing its name. — Travis

I burn for you. Do you know what that is, lass? To feel a yearning that makes you burn both inside and out?

He wanted more. Much more. He wanted Miss Fionna Hawkes beneath him, around him, above him, her slim, naked limbs twined with his. He ached with the need to feel himself rooted deep and hard, all the way to her womb.

Her mouth dry, her gaze ventured inevitably down, past the curls on his chest and belly, clear to where his rod thrust high and hard against the white of one bare thigh. Her recall was instantaneous- as if she'd ever forgotten. As if she ever could! With stark, unremitting clarity, she remembered precisely how it had felt to touch him there, her knuckles buried in the coarse nest of curls that thickened and surrounded the base of his erection.

She opened her mouth, but his was already there. She knew what he was doing. Making her want... this. Making her want him. And she did. God help her, she did. On and on he kissed her, turning his mouth this way and that, his tongue twining with hers, long and deep. Then drawing back, his mouth almost flirting with hers.

She should have known! Beneath his polished exterior lurked the heart of a rogue. His slow-growing smile was utterly wicked. I forget nothing, my dear Fionna. In fact, quite the opposite. I know precisely what I did, what we did. We kissed. No more. Indeed, I believe you should be aware I exercised a great deal of restraint, for it was but a hint of all I long for-

I wish I had water. I wish I had something to read.