Quotes About Longing

I had a hunger for things I knew realistically I didn't actually care for.

Curse him for being all tight muscle, with ivory skin and a mouth as soft as rose petals. Curse him for having hair as fair as the sun, and eyes as black as night. Curse him for having the grace of a cat and deft, cool hands. And now I am having the same argument on paper that I have in my own head on too many nights. I know my choice is sensible, but it isn't my common sense I think with, those times Rosto's stolen a kiss from me.

Ozorne, my precious, where are you? - Rikash Moonsword

I want to marry her, when I grow up to be a man.

Feelings, she learned, were hard to fight. She treasured his smiles and compliments and tried not to dwell on the fact that he gave this things to his friend Kel. His dreamy-eyed gazes, poems, and fits of passionate melancholy were for Uline. It was hard not to resent the older girl.

It's a Stormwing, Ozorne said. I always wanted one.

Curse him for being all tight muscle, with ivory skin and a mouth as soft as a rose petals. Curse him for having hair as fair as the sun, and eyes as black as night. Curse him for having the grace of a cat and deft, cool hands.

It's a Stromwing, Ozorne said. I always wanted one.

But what, demanded the jawbones, with sinister insistency, is love?

Cornelia had bemoaned the lack of hair or nail-clipping, even of blood. A notion that she had been close enough to the delicious boy to get all three-biting a piece of him perhaps (God overlook her wickedness), made her effervesce with merriment.

The boy flushed. The voice had recently broken to a true silver tenor, cunning accessory to Mercurio's darker range. He was, besides, in love with Mercurio. Half Verensa had been would be. Filled with terror and joy, the boy waited trembling.

Ah, let the poor man have her for the dance. The measure will part them often enough. And a Mercurio consumed by hopeless love is a rare vision for the rest of us.

She did not understand what to do; she did not understand herself. All the amorphous pain that had welled up in her before, all that longing without a name, had now found a name, and with a name it was no better.

Love was like a wild beast gnawing her heart and her vitals. She had been too proud and too outcast and too self-sufficient to know it before.

Where is my poppy, my catling? Where is my young lady?

She did not understand what to do; she did not understand herself. All the amorphous pain that had welled up in her before, all that longing without a name, and with a name it was no better.

Volf welcomed Cyrion like a long-lost brother he had not seen in ten years but for whose company he had continuously pined.

When will you wed, Mercurio?" "Oh, I'd wed Mercurio tomorrow, but he will not have me.

The desire for stimulants following hard on the heels of sentience

He'd wanted to take her dirty and take her sweet, take her any way he could get her and every way he could dream up

She was in love. In love with the same man she'd always been in love with-God save her.

What you want most you push away from you. You want more than you care to admit.

This gave him another opportunity to use one of those words that hung before him, shining and alluring. Far away in the distance there were more of them, dangerously sharp. Words that were not for him, but which he used all the same on the sly, and which had an exciting flavour and gave him a tingling feeling in the head. They were a little dangerous, all of them.

Words, words. No more words now. Here is my thirsting hand.