Quotes About Longing

As he looked at her, she felt that flood of restlessness that she now knew was called desire.

She tilted her head back with a breathless moan, whispering his name, "Saxon." Then three more words tumbled from her lips in an aching, husky plea. "Do not stop.

She frowned at him. "Not every man thinks constantly of... of..." Darach grinned. "Aye, they do, demoiselle. Every man, from the time he is about ten until the day he dies, thinks frequently of that.

He watched her emerald eyes darken with need until they were the color of the Highland hills warmed by the summer sun.

I have been in love with no one, and never shall", she whispered, "unless it should be with you.

I have never been in love with no one, and never shall," she whispered, "unless it should be with you.

It had been so long since she had felt the touch of a man. Too long. She had almost forgotten that ripe, heavy throb of attraction and desire that could instantly drug her body and mind more thoroughly than any hard liquor.

All beings desire pleasure, a surcease of need or want, and there is no shame in that.

I have found my star. She is beauty and grace. Elegance and goodness. My laughter in winter. She is courageous and strong. Bold and tempting. Unlike any other in all the universe, and I cannot touch her. I dare not even try." [Zarek]

You always want what you cant have

Bones was lost in the sweat on her exquisitely sweating body. He was jealous of her sweat. He wanted to be her sweat. Even through the viewfinder he could see her ribcage pressing against her leotard like a musical instrument. He wanted to play her long into the night.

Just that I have loved you, even when I was nothing and no one to you, when you didn't know my name and barely knew my face. - Leo

You can live forever for me.

Dear Bryony, There are many things I wish I had time to tell you, so I will say just this: These past few days have been some of the best days of my life. Because of you. My fervent hope is that you are safe and well as you read this letter. That you will have all the happiness I wish I could have shared with you. And that you will remember me not as a failed husband, but one who was still trying, til the very end. Yours always, Leo

Perhaps unrequited love was like a specter in the house, a presence that brushed at the edge of senses, a heat in the dark, a shadow under the sun.

How ironic that when they'd been married, she'd never thought of growing old with him. Yet now, years after the annulment, she should think of it with the yearning of an exile, for the homeland that had long ago evicted her.

At least once in his life, he would like for her to look at him as she would a morsel of fine French pastry. Or a slice of Victoria sandwich. Or even a humble piece of buttered bread.

Even now her body yearned to be closer to him. She wanted to press her nose into his skin and inhale hungrily—he always smelled as if he'd just taken a walk across a sunny meadow. She wanted to rub her palm against his jaw to feel the beginning of stubbles. She wanted to slide her hands underneath his shirt and learn every single shape and texture, with the fierce dedication she'd once put into mastering the Grandes Études.

He wanted to make cast models of her. He wanted to take a set of precision calipers and measure every distance between her features. He wanted her blood and glandular fluids analyzed by the finest chemists in the world—there must be something detectibly different in her inner workings for him to respond so dramatically, as if he'd been given a drug for which science had yet to find a name. But more than anything, he wanted to—

Now he could work her likeness into any story of his choosing. Now he could fight dragons for her. And now he could kiss her again.

I only speak the truth. I quite despise myself for these desires that run amok. But run amok they do. I daresay for the rest of my life I will dream of being fondled by you.

But tonight, after the carriages left, there would be Millie, her scent like a breeze from their lavender field at the height of summer, her skin as smooth as the finest velvet. Their eyes met. She flushed. Desire tumbled through him.

This time he could no longer hold back his tears. And with them came words that he'd never been able to say to her his entire life. "I love you, Helena. I have always loved you. Wake up and let me prove it to you.

Nothing," he said. "Just that I have loved you, even when I was nothing and no one to you, when you didn't know my name and barely knew my face.