Quotes About Longing

Je peux supporter votre haine, dit-il à la porte close, mais certainement pas votre absence.

Before I met you I was only half-alive.

je peux supporter votre haine… mais certainement pas votre absence.

Despite his composed demeanor, despite all of his promises to Anthony, he burned for her.

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Be mine," he said, his voice thick and urgent. "Be mine right now. Be mine forever. I'll give you anything you want. All I want in return is you.

She'd wanted to steal one last glance at him and memorize his stance—that singular way he held himself when he stood, hands behind his back, legs slightly apart. Lucy knew that hundreds of men stood the same way, but on him it was different.

This kiss . . . I wish for it with a fervor that shakes my soul. I have no idea why I wish it, only that I felt it the moment I saw you at the piano, and it has only intensified in the days since." She

Be mine," he said, his voice thick and urgent. "Be mine right now. Be mine forever. I'll give you anything you want. All I want in return is you.

he felt an odd tingling, as if he'd suddenly come alive after years of sleepwalking. Then he'd turned and seen her, and he'd known she was the reason he was there that night; the reason he lived in England, the very reason he'd been born.

Y no es porque siempre quisieras más, sino porque siempre lo querías todo.

He'd spent years not really ever thinking about her unless she was standing in front of his face, and now she had permeated his every last thought. His every last desire. How had this happened? When had it happened?

It came to him in a startling flash. He missed her. He was here, in the same house, sleeping just three doors down, and he missed her. It was his own fault. He knew he'd been avoiding her. But what was he to do? He had kissed Billie, kissed her until he was nearly past the edge of reason, and now he was expected to make polite conversation with her at the breakfast table? In front of his mother ?

It was agony," he whispered. She looked up, startled. He took her hand and kissed her palm. "Do you have any idea how hard it was to tell Freddie Coventry to go ahead and dance with you? What it felt like to watch him take your hand and whisper in your ear like he had a right to be near you?

When his lips finally covered hers, he was not gentle. He was not cruel, but the pulse of his blood was too ragged, too urgent, and his kiss was that of a starving lover, not that of a gentle suitor.

I can live with you hating me," he said to the closed door. "I just can't live without you.

Violet sighed, loudly enough to regain his full attention. She looked tired, wistful. "I wish your father were here," she said. "You don't say that very often," he said quietly. "I always wish your father were here." She closed her eyes for a brief moment. "Always.

I want—" His voice dropped to a whisper, and his eyes looked vaguely surprised, as if he couldn't quite believe the truth of his own words. "I want your future. I want every little piece of you.

She just needed someone perfect for her.

And it had been a long, long while since her life had felt nice.

You could think about a woman every day for years, imagine what she might feel like in your arms, but it never, ever matched the real thing.

He had fallen in love with his wife, and now the thought of dying, of leaving her, of knowing that their moments together would form a short poem and not a long and lusty novel—it was more than he could bear.

who could easily make a grown man wish himself aboard a ship to Australia.

She was the bane of his existence. And the object of his desires. All at once.