Quotes About Longing

He could not make Arkansas fit his soul's desolation.

Maya Angelou lived what she wrote. She understood that sharing her truth connected her to the greater human truths—of longing, abandonment, security, hope, wonder, prejudice, mystery, and, finally, self-discovery: the realization of who you really are and the liberation that love brings.

Soft you day, be velvet soft, My true love approaches, Look you bright, you dusty sun, Array your golden coaches. Soft you wind, be soft as silk, My true love is speaking. Hold you birds, your silver throats, His golden voice I'm seeking. Come you death, in haste, do come, My shroud of black be weaving, Quiet my heart, be deathly quiet, My true love is leaving.

When you come to me, unbidden, Beckoning me To long-ago rooms, Where memories lie. Offering me, as to a child, an attic, Gatherings of days too few

Maybe I didn't always know what I was missing, but it was you. Always you.

Is there something wrong?" he asked. She gave a short negative motion with her head. And then words, so sweet, like a cool northern breeze blowing off the lake. "You could hold me now." It was almost his undoing. "Ah baby.

He'd never get over her. He knew that without hesitation or doubt. He loved her. As deeply as it was possible to love another person. And God, he wanted her. Every day. In hit life. As much a part of him as he would be of her.

I want babies too, he said huskily. Daughters as beautiful as you are.

She wanted happily ever after more than he could possibly know. She wanted forever. Problem was, she just wasn't sure she believed in it anymore. It was why she clung to her fiction so much. She immersed herself in books because there she could be anyone and it was easy to believe in love and happily ever after

Tell me, warrior, how soon can we do this again?

He inhaled her scent, uncaring of the blood and dirt and grime that permeated her hair and clothing. He was holding her. Finally holding her. "You're real. You're real." She pulled away, looked up at him, the same answering emotion shining in her blue eyes. With a groan, he lowered his mouth to hers. He couldn't hold back. Nothing in the world would have kept him from kissing her in that moment. He was overcome.

He kissed her as though he were starved for her. Like he'd been held away from her and had finally broken free. It was the kind of kiss that lived only in her fantasies. No one had ever made her feel so..consumed.

I don't deserve your love or your shine, but I want it because with you I can feel the sun. I don't want to go back to those shadows.

Graeme leaned down and pressed his lips to Eveline's cool forehead. "Come back to me," he whispered. "I'm waiting, Eveline.

She exists, Damon. There are women out there who crave what we can give them. Once you taste it, you can't ever let go of it

Embrace the pleasure. Reach for it.

You make me want. You make me want things I've never wanted.

Don't let me go Jace. I'm lost without you.

He found himself playing the love-sick fool vying for a crumb of attention or approval from Genevieve. Anything to make her smile. Make her happy. He'd give her the damn moon if that was what it took.

Kissing her was something he'd never grow tired of. It was like drinking warm sunshine or licking the sugary sweetness of honey from a spoon. Smooth, silky-soft, and delicate and ultra feminine. She inspired possessiveness such that he all but screamed that she was his. And the hell of it was she didn't even know it.

I'm not supposed to be afraid of anything, you know? I'm a confident woman. I own my own business. But he...he makes me want things I've never wanted.

Then it's too bad I don't belong to you.

I can't let her go. Not when I've finally found her.

I've been waiting my whole life for you, Eve. For this. For you. For this moment. You're mine and I'm never letting you go.