Quotes About Longing

And so kissing her became a matter of self-preservation. It was simple. If he did not kiss her now, if he did not consume her, he would die.

Puedo vivir con tu odio —dijo a la puerta cerrada—, pero no puedo vivir sin ti.

It was never because you wanted more, it was because you wanted everything.

He shook his head, slowly rising to his feet. He had the oddest desire to kiss her. It wasn't odd that he wanted to kiss her in and of itself. He always wanted to kiss her. What was odd was the intensity of the need. It was almost as if he positively, definitively knew that if he didn't kiss her that very minute, his life would be forever changed, and not for the better. He had to kiss her.

He was lost. There was something heartbreaking in the way she was gazing at him, as if she might die if he didn't kiss her. Not from heartbreak, not from embarrassment—it was almost as if she needed him for nourishment, to feed her soul, to fill her heart.

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; hell, the very reason he'd been born

And Lord, how he'd been imagining it. Despite his composed demeanor, despite all of his promises to Anthony, he burned for her. When he saw her across a crowded room, his skin grew hot, and when he saw her in his dreams, he went up in flames. Now

Because deep in her heart, she wanted him for herself.

I am fond of them, of the inferior beings of the abyss, of those who are full of longing.

From the time I could speak, I knew I wanted to have children. It was just an innate desire.

I have this insane and unabated longing for San Francisco. I come up there every chance that I get.

You feel an affinity with younger actors, because, you know, it's a very insecure job. And it can be a long time before you feel like, you know, things might be all right.

I get really homesick inside.

Rather nostalgically, I sometimes think I could still play Juliet. Inside, I'm still an incorrigible romantic.

I always felt that I was born in the wrong era. I wanted to be friends with John Garfield, for instance.

Longing and desire goes further than instant satisfaction. That's human nature.

You can be enticed by food, wooed by food, sex, money, or instruments.

There are so many books I want to read. Difficult books. That's what I intend to do and what I'm longing for.

The act of longing for something will always be more intense than the requiting of it.

To never see her again, to never hear her sweet voice, smell her warm scent…it was simply unbearable. The loss felt like death and in a way it was—the death of everything that meant anything to him. Gods, how was he going to go on?

Get a grip. You're never going to win her over by pushing too hard. You tried that this afternoon and where did it get you? Nowhere fast. It was true and he knew it but still, it was hard to rein himself in when every cell in his body was demanding that he take her, that he bond her to him forever so that there was no chance of losing her. The

Please," she breathed again, afraid to move, afraid to do anything but beg. "Please, Sylvan, don't." With a low, frustrated growl, he pulled back. But the need in his eyes still burned just as brightly, his lust for her white-hot and unquenchable. "Need to mark you. Need to make you mine." His voice was the growl of a beast denied its prey. "But I won't. Not now." "Sylvan…

He owed her everything—she was the other half of his soul. And he couldn't wait to see her, couldn't wait to hold her close and claim her. How

If he's calling you Talana then he still wants you." Nadiah was already playing with her hair, trying new styles in the 3-D viewer. "Trust me on that, Sophia." Sophie