Quotes About Longing

Ja vill inte vara ditt barn. (Bengt) - Vad vill du vara då? (Gun) - Din älskare. (Bengt)

I miss England. I miss the weather. I've spent moss of the last 25 years on tour. I'm ready to come home.

Any man worth my love lives only in storybooks.

I spent much of my time painting, and portraits of a dozen lost loves adorned the walls of my home; their cold eyes stared down at me with disdain, their lips forever smiling.

Impulsively, I reached out to touch him him, even though I knew such action would evaporate his fragile corporeality. My hand touched silky hair, felt the hardness of skull beneath. I pulled away, gasping, drawing up my knees. This was too real.

Perhaps she likes to sit there with his eyes upon her. For now, it seems that nothing else of his will touch her.

Slake the thirst that has assailed you for so long.

He wanted to offer reassurance, encouragment, but a maelstorm of images silenced his words. Heavy breathing, but of terror, not desire. Owen's taut body, his hammering heart, his hunger to plunder and invade held back. As well as this, a pitiful ache of longing, of feelings impossible to articulate, a sense of history, of timelessness, a silver reed of connection stretching back into the black diamond-studded night of eternity and magic, the earth, the power, a circle.

I remembered how she had fought against my presence in the past, and how, in secret moments she had opened her heart to me, telling me she knew I wasn't real, but that in many ways, I was more real to her than anything. How I had longed to reveal myself to her at those times. Perhaps I should have.

I always knew we would be reunited one day, but I thought I would have to search long and hard to find you, perhaps even wake you from a tomb.

The feeling was to be savoured, but not indulged just yet.

My interest in her had always been out of the ordinary; something which transcended desire and gratification; a feeling I hoped was reciprocated.

Longing and anger too up arms with her again, as usual.

He had looked as beautiful as she remembered him, yet he had all but forgotten her.

I like you, Lahash. I find you attractive. Yet I looked at you beside him, and you are like a pinprick of light to his sun. That is the legacy of having loved him.

I am castrated by my own deliquencies," Shem said. "Not even with you can I overcome them. The thought of a kiss turns my stomach, yet you are a lovely creature.

She had sacrificed a potential relationship for the sake of a dream that could never be real.

She could smell the perfume of his own body beneath that of the aftershave: a scent of corn and ozone. It was unbearable. She made a promise to herself that she would have him, eventually. She could not stand it if she didn't.

He was so beautiful it was almost unbearable. His feline body, now shirted in khaki drab, his blond-streaked hair, seemed to represent all that Ari could ever want, all that she would be denied once Star Eyed moved on.

Othman willed her face to turn to him. He could see she was anxious, uncertain, but recognised within her eyes a hunger for him.

To be apart from Min would be like dying for him, and no gloves of fur and snakeskin could stroke away the pain.

Your love has brought me back. I am coming to you.

Just for a moment, I longed to succumb to the hysteria within me that was demanding admission.

I am she who once lived within your father, but he cast me out at the old domain. I miss him so badly. I miss the warmth of flesh. Let me in, Dragon Heir. Let me lie comfortably within your skin. I can show you such delights.