Quotes About Longing

You still long for freedom, my friend, and that longing is your cage. You do not even realize what you are missing, or what it is that you are longing for, but something in you calls out to be aware. You have become parched in the desert of apathy, and thirst for the Bacchic springs forever out of your reach. And while your highest aspects thirst for freedom, so too your basest roots thrust outwards and strangle the hopes—

Hunger. It's like an animal trapped inside you, Thomas thought.

Thoughts of the girl crashed around his mind, made him remember the connection he felt. A sadness washed over him, as if he missed her, wanted to see her. That doesn't make sense, he thought. I don't even know her name.

Just dying till the day you ask me to be your Crank bride.

Running away from her was the hardest thing he'd ever done, he had no doubt of it.

You're not … her." His voice, distant. A mere echo. "You could never be her.

Forgetting about you was the worst part." At first, Thomas thought it was another message in his head; he squeezed his fists against his ears.

Michael literally couldn't remember the last time he had seen his parents.

Seni unutmak en kötü k?sm?yd?.

I'd love to see a cheeseburger right about now, though.

Ella estaba allí. L a había tenido en sus brazos. Habían estado juntos de nuevos. Se habían besado y el había sentido algo que hubiera creído imposible llegar a sentir alguna vez. Y ahora tenia que irse y dejarla.

Maybe it was bad, maybe he was a jerk. But looking at her made him want Teresa back.

He felt it burn in his heart.

You have a pretty nose. I really want a nose again.

Come get me! It's all fading.... I'm forgetting everything but you.

What do you mean?" He suddenly found himself wishing she'd hug him again.

Kiss me," she said. "Tom, kiss me.

No pudo evitarlo. Su primer instinto fue desear que fuera ella, llamarla. Ansiar que, aunque pareciera increíble, ella estuviera ahí, esperándolo, a unos pocos metros de distancia.

I've thought about you every second since they took you away.

She was there. She'd been in his arms. They'd been together again. They'd kissed and he'd felt something he would've thought impossible. And now he was running away. Leaving her behind.

He reached down and tugged on her braid, hoping she knew just how much she made his miserable life worth living.

Kiss me," she said. "Tom, kiss me." Her hands tightened on his face. She started to pull him down toward her. "No," he said, resisting. She stopped, a hurt look washing over her face. Her moving, blurring face. "Why?" she asked. The darkness almost had him fully now. "You're not … her." His voice, distant. A mere echo. "You could never be her.

She turned and walked away, and Thomas sat there, hoping his face hadn't flushed bright red when he remembered her being close to him in the Underneath.

She was there. She'd been in his arms. They'd been together again. They'd kissed and he'd felt something he would've thought impossible.