Quotes About Longing

Where would we go?' she asked. 'Far, far away.' His eyes dipped to her lips when she moistened them with her tongue. 'Ah.' Her voice was a breathless whisper. 'The very best place to go.

Sometimes one feels the need of a word more powerful than love, or at least one more exclusive to the love of one's heart.

She would have enjoyed sharing some of that relaxed warmth. She would have liked just one of those radiant smiles to be directed fully at her.

It would be so easy to forget, so easy to be enticed by an old dream.

And yet as the day progressed she had found herself wishing that he would come— now . If not sooner.

How could she even dream of life with another man when just thinking of him made her heart turn over?

I want you back, he said. And he abandoned himself to the words he was speaking.

I have excellent hopes, he said. I have ached for you for six years, and you have suffered too, I know. I love you now as I have from the beginning, and you love me. I believe we have a chance for a good marriage.

She knew that her only chance of attaining peace of mind was never to see him again. Yet how could she forget him? Dear God, how was she to live without him?

She must never look into his eyes, her own unmasked, and say, Choose me, Piers. Choose me!

She wished he had stayed half a world away for the rest of his life.

She had forgotten—ah, yes, she had forgotten just how much he could stir her blood and make her ache with longing for him.

My life came to an end the day I left you, he whispered fiercely. I have lived in hell since then. I do not need to die, Becky. Nothing could be worse than what I have lived. If you wished to see me punished, know that your wish has been granted a thousandfold.

She wanted this to happen, had wanted it from that first moment of meeting him on the laneway home a couple of weeks before. She wanted him. She loved him. He was Christopher, and she did not care about anything else. She did not care.

But it was not just his kisses that she missed. There was something else about the man that exhilarated her, something that appealed to a kindred spirit in her. Mr. Seyton was a man with a goal in life, and he was willing to work toward that goal even at the expense of his own safety. There was a spirit of adventure in him. Kate found herself envying him greatly. If only there could be more adventure in her life! She would burst soon at the boredom of her present existence.

Her heart ached on.

When she had been in his arms, his mouth on hers, she had surrendered completely to a physical longing that should have died years before. She had wanted him and given in to that desire. She had loved him.

She was achingly conscious, as he escorted her as usual to the door of her room, that this was the last time she would be with him like this.

She could feel the old pain and despised herself for allowing it still to hurt. But how she had loved him!

At the age of fifteen she had begun to train herself to cultivate a friendship where she had longed to entice love. For fourteen years she had held that love only in the deepest, most secret recesses of her being and been his friend with the rest of herself. He had never known.

Had he really held her and kissed her, not in anger, but in real need? Had there been tears in his eyes when he first lifted her against him? Had he called her 'darling,' as he had done during those days in Devon? And he had been going to take her to bed. She could have made love with Robert last night. Her needle paused above her work as shivers sizzled up her arms and along her spine.

Oh, Robert, please kiss me, she begged suddenly. Make me forget all my fears.

And he had felt the need to see her again, to put a definite end to something that had never ended.

She thought for one moment that he was going to kiss her and longed for the touch of his lips.