Quotes About Longing

He didn't like her. He really didn't, but by God, he'd have sold a piece of his soul right then to dance with her

no one had ever brought her flowers before, and she hadn't known until that very moment how badly she'd wanted someone to do so.

She smelled like England, of soft rain and sun-kissed meadows. And she felt like the best kind of heaven. He wanted to wrap himself around, bury himself within her, and stay there for all of his days. He hadn't had a drop to drink in three years, but he was intoxicated now, bubbling with a lightness he'd never thought to feel again.

I thought you wanted food," she gasped. "I do," he murmured, tugging on the bodice of her dress. "But I want you more.

She'd spent seven long years without so much as a hug, and she was starved for physical affection. She had known what it was like to be touched and kissed, and she had no idea how much she'd missed it until that very moment.

He was hungry, needy, and he kissed her as if he would die without her, as if she were his very food, his air, his body and soul.

Ella pareció indecisa, de modo que le tironeó la mano, acercándola más, no más de una pulgada, pero en cierto modo tuvo la impresión de que ella estaba a sólo la distancia de un beso.

Why is everyone complaining?" Daisy asked impatiently. "This is exciting! We get to perform. Do you know how long I have been waiting for this day?" "Unfortunately, yes," Sarah said flatly. "About as long as I have been dreading it," Iris muttered.

Why waste romance on a love that would never be returned?

He needed her the way he needed air.

Some people broke rules. Others merely wished to.

One would think her tired mind would go utterly blank, but the opposite was true. She could not stop thinking about the highwayman. And his kiss. And his identity. And his kiss. And if she would meet him again. And that he'd kissed her. And-

From the moment I saw you trying to go over the wall, I have loved you desperately. I cannot breathe when you are not near. I love you, Charlotte.

But it does feed a strange longing to touch a dew-dampened lawn, or feel a cool mist on one's face, or even to remember the joy of a perfect day after a week of rain.

Billie tried not to think of George. But she wasn't successful. Like it or not, he was her who.

he was examining her as if he wanted to catalogue her every feature. "I wanted to see you," he whispered. He touched her cheek, then smoothed his thumb down the line of her jaw. "You're always in motion. I don't get to just see you.

And he needed the yes. He had loved her for years, dreamed about touching her for so damned long. And now that the moment was finally here, he just didn't know if he could bear it if she didn't really want it. There were only so many ways a man's heart could break, and he had a feeling his couldn't survive another puncture.

You are the bane of my existence and the object of all my desires.

He wanted her. He wanted her completely. But his family was waiting for him at supper, and his ancestors were staring down at him from their portrait frames, and *she* - the woman in question - was watching him with a wariness that broke his heart.

I can live with you hating me... I just can't live without you.

I need you. To-night. Right now. I need you.

His memory of her never quite lived up to the enchanting reality of her face.

He didn't know her name, didn't know anything about her except that she dreamed of Rome and smelled like violets. And that she tasted like vanilla cream.

Colin?" she whispered. He took a step forward—barely a half a foot, but it was close enough so that when he touched her chin and tipped her face up, her lips were mere inches from his.