Quotes About Longing

Her fingers twitched. She shifted her head ever so slightly, her lips parted, her mouth upturned. Her breath was warm upon his throat. Aidan swallowed. Desire churned. His heart thundered. Heat raced through his veins. His cock was hard as stone. His body urged him to spread her thighs wide and take her here and now, to seat himself hard and tight and deep inside her and yield to the fire that seared his every nerve.

I discover her anew in each black cat I see ... And it is only when I try to touch her, to make her linger yet awhile, that she dies all over again. A snowflake in my hand...

My heart is empty. But my brain - my brain is full. It races with thoughts of what could have been.

The things we did last summer I'll remember all winter long.

Better hope deferred than none.

No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.

love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing

Boredom is simply romanticism with a morning-after thirst.

The pleasure of expecting enjoyment is often greater than that of obtaining it, and the completion of almost every wish is found a disappointment

There are charms made only for distance admiration.

There are charms made only for distant admiration.

Life is a progress from want to want, not from enjoyment to enjoyment.

"Enlarge my life with multitude of days!"In health, in sickness, thus the suppliant prays:Hides from himself his state, and shuns to knowThat life protracted is protracted woe.

Authors and lovers always suffer some infatuation, from which only absence can set them free.

Desire isn't appeased by its object, only irritated into something more than desire that can join with the stars to inform the chaotic heavens with sense.

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Tired of myself longing for what I have not

By my soul, I can neither eat, drink, nor sleep; nor, what's still worse, love any woman in the world but her.

O! for the long day, and the high sun, and the fair garden, and the King's great city up above these visible heavens!

Our best fare here is hunger.

Christ hath come, and run away to heaven with my heart and my love, so that neither heart nor love is mine.

Dry wells send us to the fountain.

The man's desire is for the woman; but the woman's desire is rarely other than for the desire of the man.

He also knew that whenever he recalled her kissing his cheek with such unqualified trust and acceptance, it was going to ache just a little in the vicinity of his heart. It ached now.