Quotes About Longing

Love shook my senses, like wind crashing on mountain oaks. You came, I yearned for you, and you cooled my senses that burned with desire.

Virginity, virginity, where have you gone, leaving me abandoned? No longer will I come to you. No longer will I come.

if only I, O goldcrowned Aphrodite, could win this lot

I loved you Atthis once long ago. You seemed to me a little child and graceless.

You're like a madness inside me, a fever I can't cure.

I must have you. We must have each other. You know that, don't you? You're in my blood, God help us both.

What an odd idea, really, to know that someone so very necessary in your life was lost to you and couldn't be called back.

She would miss him for the rest of her life.

He leaned over and kissed me — not for the first time, but it still felt like something. Like something I don't remember having felt before, or at least for a long time. Like a door had been opened that had been shut so long ago that I forgot it was there, and whatever was behind that door was younger and brighter and less burdened than what I'd becom

I'd been so alone that I'd thought it was just the feeling of life when it went on too long.

I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin. I want.

I stroke her lightly, memorizing her body. I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin. I lie motionless, savoring the feeling of her body against mine. I'm afraid to breathe in case I break the spell.

Afterward she lies nestled against me, her hair tickling my face. I stroke her lightly, memorizing her body. I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin.

I stare at her for a long moment. I want to kiss her. I want to kiss her more than I've ever wanted anything in my life.

Olivia would be everywhere and his mind went back to those early days when he had loved her, refused to see the emptiness behind the exquisite beauty of her face.

Love at first sight had always seemed a ridiculous thing to him, fairy tale stuff, but on that morning when he looked at Olivia nothing else had mattered, whatever matter. She was beautiful, but it wasn't that, it was something else, some strange compulsion that made him feel that he'd known her for a thousand years, that he'd been waiting all his life for her to some into it.

When I was 12 I cried to my mom, because I never got my letter to Hogwarts.

It hung between grief and yearning, and it welled from a deep ache for something that Pax could never divine.

Se puede desear algo que no se sabe qué es, añorar una felicidad que quién sabe si exista, sentir nostalgia por lo desconocido?

Aria smiled shyly. "How long are you staying?" "How long do you want me to stay?" Forever, Aria wanted to say.

I Like things that are trapped,' he explained. 'Too many things leave us forever.'

Kissing her is like drinking salted water, he thinks. His thirst only increases.

I wondered if that was what I was doing myself – caring so much about something that was so long gone that I was only propping it up.

Jack had been the love of her life and he was gone. It seemed now that there had never been bad times, though she knew that wasn't true.