Quotes About Longing

It's not just my body. I'm cold inside. Not disciplined properly. That's what it is. I still long to cling to warm flesh, like a baby, and I give in too quickly to sentimentality. Because I'm alone, I feel sorry for myself and envy people who have nice warm houses. At heart, I'm base and mean! Why can't I be thankful for independence and freedom to go where I choose? Why can't I hold on to my ideals and my pride?

She was only a year or two older than Musashi, but how different they were in their experience of love. Watching him sit so stiffly, restraining his emotions, avoiding her face as though a look at her might blind him, she felt once again like a sheltered maiden experiencing the first pangs of love.

So many things were on her mind that even though she was home, she felt like she was just stopping by and couldn't quite relax. She had only lived in Koriko for a year—this longing to return was strange and unexpected, even for her.

Her hands felt cold, but she was somehow warmed by the sound of a familiar voice.

Besos desesperados que hablaban de finales, más que de comienzos

There was nothing left to say. He was walking away, taking with him everything she had ever wanted.

What is it about the January feeling— past everything else, low-glowing hunger that propels me around

I am always hungry and wanting to have sex. This is a fact.

Sometimes in utter hopelessness I put my cheek on the table like it was someone. I wanted to wake my brain up and be loved.

Querida. You make me ache

Am I supposed to want you this much? Nadia. You are supposed to have me anytime, anywhere, any way you wish.

All I'd wanted to be when I grew up was yours.

How sad for us that I have made a myth of us when what keeps me from sleeping is the memory of...your honest back turned, waiting for me to walk away from you.

So I step into the future, as bravely as I'm able, with my heart longing for a time I'll never see again.

It was Delaney's image that was present in her mind,waking or sleeping.It was Delaney's touch for which she yearned,the sound of his voice she desired to hear.It was Delaney she wanted close to her.It was Delaney,the other part of herself,the imtimate core of her,whom she missed to the point of pain

Keep looking at me like that, and I'll change my mind. Forbidden fruit tastes sweetest. - Alysandir Mackinnon

Just what do you want?" Her answer had been, My very own Mr. Darcy. And hadn't she wished for a "darkly handsome man, heroic, upstanding, and moral, with a heart filled to overflowing with love to her rescue and sweep her off her feet?" She nodded to herself. Yes, I did. And didn't that fit Alysandir, right down to the rescue and sweeping her off her feet and into his arms? – Isobella Douglas

To find Mr. Darcy, she would have to go back in time… – Isobella Douglas

It's difficult to explain, but I just somehow feel that I never really *have* lived; that I never really will live--exist or whatever--in the sense that other people do. It drives me crazy. I was terribly aware of it all those nights waiting for you in the Ritz bar looking around at what seemed to be real grown-up lives. I just find everybody else's life surrounded by plate glass. I mean I'd like to break through it just once and actually touch one.

I thought of sex and sin; of my body and all the men in the world who would never sleep with it.

it is still the case that he "can look in her eyes and disappear." He may not know how to live with her, but he will always know he loves her

I would rather be able to appreciate things I cannot have than to have things I am not able to appreciate.

waited for her under the maple trees

The unattainable was most desireable. The already attained was dull.