Quotes About Longing

With a hoarse moan, he swept her against him, kissing her wildly, passionately, his mouth promising and teasing, as if her kiss had broken the dam that had held back his passion.

Roland was brave an romantic, and his speech imploring Lucinda to flee with him had filled Bronwyn's eyes with tears. I wish I knew a Roland. During her unpleasant season, she'd come to realise that the world was woefully short of Rolands.

They never reminisced about the time they had to drive halfway back to Indianapolis because I'd left Dexter Poindexter, my terry-cloth penguin (threadbare, ravaged by love—as who amongst us is not)

So I could see that Harlow was fundamentally untrustworthy. Simultaneously, she seemed like someone with whom I could be my true self. I had no intention of doing so and, with and equal and counterbalancing intensity, a great longing for it.

I felt her loss in a powerfully physical way. I missed her smell and the sticky wet of her breath on my neck. I missed her fingers scratching through my hair. We sat next to each other, lay across each other, pushed, pulled, stroked, and struck each other a hundred times a day and I suffered the deprivation of this. It was an ache, a hunger on the surface of my skin.

A few brief, paltry kisses after so long apart, it wasn't enough. It was a single sip of water offered to a man dying of thirst. He hungered

Memories of her, however, would remain with him. Everywhere he'd look, she would be there, as if she were a hundred women, all shadow and wraith, marking each place at Tyemorn and Ayleshire. He'd see her on the village road, smiling beneath an oak, straddling a furrow and laughing at something a companion had said. There again, tilting her head in an inquisitive look and offering advice on the line of the barn wall, or at night, when he could only see the outline of her form.

He wanted her now in a way that was barely human.

I loved him. I know you don't want to believe that, but I really, truly, giddy, heart-breaking, longing, achingly loved him.

In a rare moment of candor, he had once told her that being in a library was like sitting down at a table laid with all his favorite foods but not being able to eat any of them. And he hated himself for it.

Yeah?" "I miss the way you taste." She tried to sound bored. "It's still Colgate." "That's not the taste I was talking about.

It was odd how you could love something so much, but forget about it when it wasn't right under your nose.

She's just come undone, her mother had whispered on the phone to her aunt Bella. It was an old colloquialism, the sort of thing you didn't think people still said. The phrase fit Sara so completely that she had found herself surrendering to it, imagining her arms and her legs detaching from her body. What did it matter? What did she need arms or legs or hands or feet for if she couldn't run to him, hold him, touch him?

Claire hung up the phone. She thought about the hours she had spent with Adam Quinn. Hours she should've spent with her husband. Hours she would kill to have back now. There

Kate's knees felt shaky as she walked across the parking garage under the Barbizon Hotel. Every atom in her body was vibrating at a different frequency. Her lips felt swollen from Philip's kisses. Her breasts were tender from his mouth. If she closed her eyes, she could summon up the sensations of his tongue roaming up and down her body.

his chair again. He pulled at his mustache. "Well, I wish I could

Ipak, nije mogla a da se ne zapita zašto muškarac kojeg želi nije slobodan, a onoga koji to jest ne želi. I tako se nastavila njezina misija da si život pretvori u televizijsku sapunicu.

I want you to know what it's like to fall in love with somebody, to stay awake at night thinking you're going to die if you don't have them. All he could say was, I've stayed awake plenty of nights thinking about you. Worrying about me, she corrected. I'm not an old pair of shoes you can wear for the rest of your life just because they're comfortable.

More time passed, the clock ticking forward when she longed for it to go back

Marina, you took away all the words with you...

I've wanted this for so long. Emmaline thought that a lovely thing to say. We barely know each other. No. We've known each other forever, my dearest one, always known the other of us was out there somewhere in the world, waiting. We only just happened to meet today.

O! call back yesterday, bid time return.

She felt as if she had been on the outside of happiness her whole life.

Home', it had struck her on the torturous drive back to London, wasn't Egerton Gardens, wasn't even Fox Corner. Home was an idea, and like Arcadia it was lost in the past.